To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
To whom; who death might delight, Put on your socks and your glass And glimpse through a river That breath gust of elite; gust of… Which you will miss gracefully
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 am Incredibly Lucky Check me out In few years
Well i am stucked Here and I am Not the wisest I should have cut Loose before now.
Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,
I have written More love Poems than A conductor Would ever
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
Is this it Is this love or desperation Is this how it feels to be dunked… Empty bowl My heart never really flutters
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
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
Hiya. I’m just checking in How are we all doing? I hope this year haven’t swept us… Family & relations good?
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
Love me with no range; and never p… Through me, love me like a gate an… Cease to open me, love me like a m… Same and exact with no compromise. Love me peacefully like bodies dro…
You don’t have to bleed to Satisfy them all Just throw them a bone And watch them bring it back.