Far into the night he wept
She’d dealt a devastating blow
Never had he had a single thought
That she would pack and go.
He couldn’t ever remember a time… 118 more words
and here is a picture of thre brain, dissected…
There’s just, black ink, on white pages here, words, without emotions…
Words, without emotions, well, it couldn’t be, at all, possible to have that, because EVERY single word has to have at least, AN emotion attached to it, otherwise, why would you feel, compelled, to get it out in the open??? 141 more words