Job is better done than undone
Weeks of hard earned cash; well de
Paying to seek love; for job its s
Aftermath of it all —time is a job
Brain is a job welldone,

I love you more than the sky would
I love you more than the star woul
I love you oddly more than the win
I love you merrily more than the f
I love you weirdly more than plant

There are many
Means of writing
Mostly
In caves.

As may that it is, even though you
Philanderer,
Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c
With the hoard
Shouting in loud bars, even though

I am done losing my sense to tired
Bidding my streak with holliness,
Conversing to the dawn in nakednes
Muting my ever so gracious talent
In every nightfall,

The blind goose with a solemn hear
White, pure and goes on and on and
But without the trails of the rest
All she ever sees was darkness,
Darkness –this long parable and na

I stumble, I stand, I sit and I
Every-time i think about your soft
And the smirks on your face
Whenever you are bored, scared or
Sometimes i glaze through the glas

Never
Count your
Work
Because
Your

It will never go
or give up,
It is a wanted
resident
Making its way to a

Word is force and reflection of fl
Words are bait to feelings and can
Word is a million word that makes
Words is like a shotgun and death
Words is a boxer short and a camel