It is just another dreary poem
Her heart will forever endure and
As he felt no human rage or human
Felt no anger, love and care in hi
In silence he slumbered in his dee

Secrets
A secret is not a secret without m
A secret is not a ghost that knock
A secret is not a torn sheet or a
A secret is not a weapon to change

Culprit are tend to be
Visible when a craft
Is alarmed.
A trigger can become
Hostile while depending

The moon should be
Cautious of us
Because one day we will
Be looking Down to her
And She shall pledge to us

I am doing
Good
For just
A bedroom
Writer

All this
Words looks
Exactly the
Same
I bet

O God no
Not this song again
Not this same old melody
Which bores me like forever
On the road, pub, shops

It will never go
or give up,
It is a wanted
resident
Making its way to a

I know
Something
That could
Do the
Trick

I see fairness in death than man,
as death will show honesty to take
by gender, race, sexuality or rich
and he would ponder to hide
when life is so unfaithful to man