All this Is Just A front Am
When you are wealthy: Many shall be your friends and Few shall be your fans and; All will be your death.
Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you
You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context
The sound-cloud with a silence act… White soft smoke with a bright Foamy art, The sound-cloud travels with light And circles in an area,
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
A destiny must do nothing but wand… In doubt of ones approval and jot, All that one as done and most of What one are yet to do; And surely stride will be exposed…
I am broken, I am sad, I am hurt… It is bad. I live a carefree life Caring for people And joking with most
I have read them enough to fill me With tenderness; to sigh a relief On my soul with heavenly mind, Because now i could sight them far… As they would lease pleasure to me…
today make a trail for us to follow, eat like a poet so you would digest words think like a poet and never believe to be wrong, dress like a…
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye… Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks… Countenance cover’s it or lay stil… Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti… Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,…
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 find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing
I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not
