I'm not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from…
by Dev
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on…
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my…
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire,…
When art critics get together they talk about Form and Structure and…
For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely,…
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the…
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of…
So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have…
Let us not be in hurry to talk of separation. But because the Heaven…
