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

A drunk man once asked me
Do you write?
And I was like yeah
I can put words together,
He looked at the cup he was holdin

You should see the sketch of sorro
You should see the pain written in
You should try to dig what is hidd
Can you not see how her eyes are t
When her brows flinches up and dow

It is just
Another day
But with different
Fish back to
The same old sea.

I Heard that New York is a great
To be a writer and London is a
Nice place to be a poet, France i
Common place to be an author
All other places are irrelevant!

Now, as you may have seen
When old, young or when with
Someone as days and weeks goes on,
I do not know how our love is shap
I do not know what my coming will

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.

Love in a film,
The boy meets the girl in a party
Or in a school or the girl runs in
In a runway, with a slight awkward
They both connect instantly and li

There are sweetness in his blazing
Admiration of kind mind that winds
So, why halt? when the symphony
Of grasp still commence,
I can see the shadow line of where

The
Only
Normal
Thing
On