I walk
Through
This pattern
Because
This is

Tell me the verse this may be
And let all lye in thoughts
Of what you or i may get
Or beg out of life,
Life of deceits and a freshly new

Writing is like drugs
You will never stop wanting more
Or trying so hard to see how high

I will not be too
Quick to put a label
On something that might
Last forever if we try.

I breath through
Sheets of everlasting words.

When you
Are young
You
Could
Only

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

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

There is just only
One thing
Separating
Me and my
Bad habits

Never
Count your
Work
Because
Your