I don’t have much to say
I’m just thankful I got here anyway
A hundred posts about love’s complicated things.
I shared my thoughts and stories,
and pulled a lot of heartstrings.
I just want the world to know,
that love is more than glass slippers and skin as pale as snow.
With my dream to be a writer just within my reach,
I promise not to forget you when I become rich.
And now the word count has reached eighty,
I’m going to end this with a simple phrase from me.
Write til your heart runs out of ink..