Love to a novice is sincerity and… And to an expert with trampled edg… Insanity at its deepest phase, As discernment will love wisdom an… As richness will love power; love…
Only if i Could have Never Learned a way To arouse
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
Never forget To Do Your own Thing
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;
I write when am lonely When the world is at its Wicked peak, I write when am scared When the thunder is kissing
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
I have Loved Less Since The last
We’d hope to say what they meant As we have seen them come and go Sprouting the heart of the lonely… Cruising the bell and towing the l… They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,…
They lived and seed in light and d… Forsooth the great wall demise the… Oh no! the casts and judges are p… Although the reaction to the dark… The visual of their face goes blan…
Look at me, lying on the sofa With the thought of money and fame And my waist-bones cringes Of the moves and roads and efforts… Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say…
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To
Look left Look right There are inspirations Everywhere Discover yours.