I knew she was the right one, the songwriter, for her words woke my child self and allowed it to become both mother and father to my storm-battered soul.
Songwriter don't flip the script, for the evil is woven with the good, yet unpick the threads one by one, then weave your comforting cloth anew.
Songwriter bring my ship back happy seas, level the deck I stand upon, puff forth my sails with summer breeze.
Keep track of your favorite writers on Descriptionari
We won't spam your account. Set your permissions during sign up or at any time afterward.