You came as an empty pen in my life, Filling it with the ink of memories, That ink is now leaving my pieces On that paper artistically. The spilled ink, Is red with love or hate, It's hard to tell! But it's blue for sure, As the heart is now cold.
My deep hunger is driving her crazy Like a drug consuming her to the point of addiction ,undying craving
Appreciation my dear, doesn't come that easy I take you to the depth of formidable ocean Make you swim your lungs out And when you have gathered enough aplomb,I lift you to a point, when all you wish is to go deeper...