My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
Play me a love music Shut all the blinds And I will write the world for yo…
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…
I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…
When a chapter of your life is at… every moment seems to bleed and every hands you shake will not mov… and every day is a million years a… every step seems not to take step
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
Is life meant to be? Is love meant to stick? Is death meant kill? What chapter do you call this? In this chapter, I have wept for…
Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To
My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are
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…
You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.
They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still
Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream
Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured
It could be one way to live occupi… That is tacking every trousers in… Despise, and dressing every space… Empty space for sin to lose intere… In its options to form in your lif…