RegretsTiming is irrelevant when two people are meant for each other. It’s what I once believed.But we met during a time when I was such a mess, when I still had so much to figure...

She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry.

Do you know what it is like,to lie in bed awake;with thoughts to hauntyou every night,of all your past mistakes.Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.