By Dylan Kwiatkowski Date: 2003 Apr 25 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.25.16.24.32682]] |
My pen hovers above the paper waiting for my imagination to flow through it; waiting for my thoughts to turn into words I let my imagination run wild, and I spill my heart upon the page. I can speak of my unknown secrets, my deepest desires and my worst fears. Yet without the one that I love by my side, my thoughts are only of her. And for the first time words fail me. No longer do I know all the right things to say. |