|Reviews for August|
| quasys chapter 1 . 10/13/2011
Why? Why did you end such a beautiful poem? Descriptions are your slave, they shall do what you wish. You are the master of beauty and emotions. You toy with my heart strings, and tempt my soul! Maybe what fun you are having with my heart is equal to the pain you feel in the poem! Maybe I feel it too, now! Every inch of your bone holds talent and potential for everything! O, thou mighty God! I thank thee for blessing my friend with powers of such divine quality! But at the same time, Lord... why must you forget me?