I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (Anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (For you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world ( For beautiful you are my world, my true) And It’s you whatever a moon has always meant And whatever a sun will always sing is you. Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here’s the root of the root, the bud of the bud, and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart… I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart). E.E Cummings
Well..that's for now, my favourite poem, I had heard it a couple of times, but never quite entirely understood what it meant to me. I like sensible, life-like stories and poems. Poems that reflect writers feelings, and that I can be identified with.
I thank my sister, though not by blood, but by heart. She's always been there for me, and viceversa, and I do hope it stays the same for a long amount of time.
She's the one to blame for asking me to write stuff. (apart from my literature teachers, that goes without saying).
If I'm any good, I have no idea. I write what i feel. And maybe others do not like what i feel, that is entirely up to my readers. (Which, by the way, are great!).
Specially one who answers by the pen name 'Hanna lil', who thinks parts of my work are marvelous. I thank her .
well...apart from that, I have no more to write. just feel free to complain about my work, and be a critic for god's sake. I'll accept all kinds of reviews, and I do mean all. =D buh-bye!
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