It may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.
I write our names on the page.What of it, if the paper will be burned?I write our names in the sand.What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves?I write our names on trees that will be cutand benc...
Her words dance on the page.
I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?
Loosers want it but only through the easy way. If action taking were like reading a story book, loosers would only love to open the picture pages
Pages entertain me more than pictures do.
We have the power of the pen to write the next chapter, and the privilege to author the page in whatever fashion we choose. Yet, seldom do we understand the power of the pen and the privilege of the p...
All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.
The bad chapters of your life lead to the good ones if you keep turning the pages.
Poetry and lyrics are very similar. Making words bounce off a page.
Turn the page, your heroine is still there, breathe, relax, life is beautiful: you're in a book!