I knew not where I traveled When I took upon the road The path was lit by moonlight Through clouds it barely showed And although I had forever Although I had the time I knew Charon asked a price Something not yet mine Ah I…

You don’t have to write to write a poem– sometimes you can be a writer; sometimes, you just need to be.

It was the honesty in his voice, falling in love became of ease…. I had no choice.