if life were poetry
you would be the world’s first song
but few could sing you
because your meter is too complex
to me, you begin to whisper your melody
though my voice is ill-suited for music
and I die with you on my lips
if life were poetry
you would be the world’s first song
but few could sing you
because your meter is too complex
to me, you begin to whisper your melody
though my voice is ill-suited for music
and I die with you on my lips
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I love the stern look 🙂
This is my best smile. 🙂
You were smiling? 🙂
Just kidding. 🙂
Like it!
Wish I could sing! 😉 I have to quit smoking…
Yes, you should. How am I going to hug you if I’m choking on cigarette fumes? 🙂