
Feelings

He became ink in her pen and she never stopped writing.
Today is one of those days which need more than a cup of tea and some music which is likely to be dumbfounded by everyone but me and my birds;
@softpillow
I could write to you all the time.
I could think about you all the time.
But,
I couldn’t be with you;
That’s weird, I know.
That’s how I truly feel.