I can’t
Promise you
Heaven
But we will
Be

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

I have walked with people
Who are well pamperd
And well spoken enough to be
Their own god.

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

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.

How will thine love as handful,
is it as hate would make a flare?
Heart would be burned into dark as
But some will bare to inhale
The smell.

We dine and make living out of lie
Yet, we failed to have feelings th
Sometimes we walk on the path of u
We drink with the straw but with m
We curse,

There are many ways
To start a poem and many
Words to start one with.
There are many ways to create
A life and many styles involved

Sometimes you
Need a
Break
From
Life

Curiousity is a hell of a drug
The reason why you open your eyes
The morning and
The reason why you shut it at nigh