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
— Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
Every single night
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
— Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
Respond to Every single night