My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are
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;
Well i am stucked Here and I am Not the wisest I should have cut Loose before now.
How will thine love as handful, is it as hate would make a flare? Heart would be burned into dark as… But some will bare to inhale The smell.
I walk Through This pattern Because This is
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…
When you Are young You Could Only
Ann know your moors As people call it anonymous. I love having a special power A super power An uneven power
I can’t Promise you Heaven But we will Be
Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured
There are sweetness in his blazing… Admiration of kind mind that winds… So, why halt? when the symphony Of grasp still commence, I can see the shadow line of where
What more can you ask for? A momentum memorial of my art you… Or a possibility of the future of… Through my words you will ever rem… I will leave the lake and the seas…
There are two art of wisdom; we ea… One seem like a sting of success,… Is filled with the sponge, soap an… Wisdom by losing is a cup crafted… To drink, shower and weep in it; i…
I am A Different Person in Real life,
Culprit are tend to be Visible when a craft Is alarmed. A trigger can become Hostile while depending
