Look at me, lying on the sofa
With the thought of money and fame
And my waist-bones cringes
Of the moves and roads and efforts
Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say

You would
Notice I
Always
Use I
Before you,

Writing is like drugs
You will never stop wanting more
Or trying so hard to see how high

Look left
Look right
There are inspirations
Everywhere
Discover yours.

Love for thee are naught,
For every tears and every
Pain love claimed will rot,
Love to thee will glance no noon,
For my heart will gently gain numb

What heart would whisper another
Sense will hardly learn; and
Wandering mind could cluster
Indefinite at dark forests in angu
Of sight and vicious earthly being

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

As hours goes by
Dawn after dawn
Season after seasons
And tears mapping face,
I’m still fading.

What horror have the earthly natur
How amuse are the fetish majors or
Mostly are the fault of the epipha
painted walls of idiocy and tears
I will be cautious to fetch the ro

Nothing is worth writing About
until something Is worth reading a