Just like a boat
Float on me
Just like a lamp
Light me on
Just like a dream

Why are they dressed in red and wh
A black long fur facing towards th
A gold button parting the blood an
Misery of their own existence, and
To please; they are slow nature of

Is this life I seek
Is this purity I recall
Is this love I felt
Is this death I ordered
And If i could write them all,

It’s funny
Dreams are funny
They are just like mindset
Altering your personal thoughts
It’s funny how all you wanted

For life will fairly drench and
We will with no option but famousl

The
Only
Normal
Thing
On

many writes poetry now,
many writes about life and they wi
were not alive but when they hears
they run and leave their shoes beh
many writes about love,

Have you thougt
Beyond your world
Where feelings
Are mystery,
Where there is no love

Pretend to sleep tight and secretl
bare interest so if light will dec
aware and if the night will yawn w
are famously put to rest.

Every forsaken days of the week,
Every unfortunate month of the yea
I would arose from my own rest, lo
And i would sum the seconds, minut
To my rise or prime to my fall.

I find it
Hard
Reading a
Long paragraph
Of nothing

They lived and seed in light and d
Forsooth the great wall demise the
Oh no! the casts and judges are p
Although the reaction to the dark
The visual of their face goes blan

Give me
A guitar
With
No strings,
Mouth me

I have
Loved
Less
Since
The last

It will not make you rich
It doesn’t mean that you are speci
There are no extra powers
Only an effort will do
And you will never stop

Play me a love music
Shut all the blinds
And I will write the world for yo

I think mostly
When there
Is no ink
No pen
Or when my

When a chapter of your life is at
every moment seems to bleed and
every hands you shake will not mov
and every day is a million years a
every step seems not to take step

I need to
Get
Myself a
Typewriter
It’s like

There are many
Means of writing
Mostly
In caves.

They don’t
Surprise me
They live in a
Different world
Different city

How i hate your dark crooked bows,
The lynch of your exceeding notes
Buried in your solemn voice,
The way you twinkle like a white f
And the pace that you race

When Pavarotti plays
On a timeless streak
And emotions flares
To caress lips and
Tongues swimming

You are beautiful
Regardless of what
Beauty means.

I have love life
The same eversince:
I have love the hard
Spent days when money
shows no favour,

I call you Art
Beautiful, interesting
Expressive, talented
And yet so delicate.

I can play
Different roles
But there have
To be no rules
Or tears because

The famous cheats will had once em
The prostitutes will freely sleep
acknowledge poetry.
The power of poetry is an unoffici
It can be used by a sweet talker,

A part
Of my head
Is hurting
A part that
Needs to

When you
Are young
You
Could
Only

Take a look at the road where we a
My future, your future, our future
When the time comes
How will we all contain in our own
How will the world see our own shi

For death will applaud to us and w
To thee not death.

O God no
Not this song again
Not this same old melody
Which bores me like forever
On the road, pub, shops

I always
Knew she
Was going
To be hot
But not

Love growing could be as
Short as a leave that kisses
The sun begged to kiss not,
It could be a lantern bright
But not bright enough to see far,

Never forget
To
Do
Your own
Thing