My thoughts are
All outlined with white
Colour
You don’t need to
Worry; they are

All this
Is
Just
A front
Am

O, ye the bright sky summon thee
Before the crimson light forsake n
With the numb cloud morosely still
So does the teardrop– warmish will
Lightening’ a little or with a pi

Don’t fret
As long as you are still breathing
My words will never be short of br

One will fail to believe, if not
Seen or perceived, what solemnly;
Another heart had muster
Precariously, for intent or brief
A talent titled grief.

Many could milk a cow or
Learn how to milk a cow and
Still obliterate to cluster the st
One take in milking a cow,
Multiple could shoot a rifle in ev

I stumble, I stand, I sit and I
Every-time i think about your soft
And the smirks on your face
Whenever you are bored, scared or
Sometimes i glaze through the glas

Love will have no manners
Or conciousness to rebuke for,
Because nothing dire will decend
When eyes finds an obssession to f
Will it walk on rail and loose tra

I could read her sight for countle
I could gasp her breath in every f
I could make my heart a bargain
For her to freely blend,
Because in her smile angels sings,

Have you thougt
Beyond your world
Where feelings
Are mystery,
Where there is no love