She was his ledge,
His backboan,
His muse.
He was her light,
Her inspiration,
Her melodist.
He led her down a road of notes,
High and low,
Above and below.
His muse spewed letters of trust,
Her melodist distorted her letters with deceit..
Emotional musings
Life is short..... but it's long enough to make you forget.....that it doesn't last for ever!
Photography at its most candid
Open collective to share what you have learned
Scene Around Me
kaizen on my lexapro
A great WordPress.com site
Aren't you awesome for visiting my blog!?
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The Adventures of an Erotica Author (18+)
Addiction Resource & Sober Living Ideas
finding happiness
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
Emotional musings
Life is short..... but it's long enough to make you forget.....that it doesn't last for ever!
Photography at its most candid
Open collective to share what you have learned
Scene Around Me
kaizen on my lexapro
A great WordPress.com site
Aren't you awesome for visiting my blog!?
Writing \\ Research \\ Photography
तपाइँलाई यो सानो वेबपेजमा स्वागत छ । paudelpadamprasad@gmail.com
The Adventures of an Erotica Author (18+)
Addiction Resource & Sober Living Ideas
finding happiness
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
Beautiful.
Deceit can distort/distroy anything lovely.
Thank u! Yes. Deceit is a horrid disease.
Infectious for the weak.
Have a lovely night!
Yes indeed! Same to you and thank you for visiting 😉