…Your hands tell the stories your words never could. Your lips… it’s a different story… NN Lambert BTW: What is your favourite story of theirs?
Me, Myself And I Until I'm the words, Those playing freely And when time comes I'll lay down On the bottom Of chest wooden, In…
About You,Modern Poetry Nowhere To Go ...When there's nowhere to go Go within… NN Lambert BTW: What does 'going within' mean to you?
Me, Myself And I Paint Your World ...I just want to paint your world happy... NN Lambert How can you 'paint' somebody's world happy?