Let your anger burst.
Let the rain pour.
Let the sun shine.
Let your laughter roar.
Let a thousand roses bloom.
Let the birds soar.
But none will matter as much as a few words
When perfectly wrapped in a slender figure you call a poem.
Let your anger burst.
Let the rain pour.
Let the sun shine.
Let your laughter roar.
Let a thousand roses bloom.
Let the birds soar.
But none will matter as much as a few words
When perfectly wrapped in a slender figure you call a poem.
Beautiful, AJ.
Thank you so much, Celise. You’re beautiful.^^
Let me love you, please? hahaha… Lovely poem!
Hahaha. You’re too cute, Ate Claire. I love you! Lol.