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…
Oh God What would Do Without My hands,
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
Art of loving is a complicated Ar… it must not be too Abundant or too… and Moderation is an hard option t…
A full moon had shown tonight And its a dynamic of her own beaut… Her own smile and her own personal… What addition could tears bear whe… Feelings are idle and uncomprehend…
It’s better to just write it The funny times when Jokes Don’t make you laugh When you laugh in hurt Smile in pain
I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.
I write Like every Words will Be a hit in Someone’s heart.
You don’t have to be in distress t… Just like you don’t have to breath… You don’t have to be tall to leap You certainly don’t have to be sho… You don’t have to be loud to sing
I have lost the taste for words I have blended with the world I have settled with the masses I have decided to colour it all. I have lost the taste for words
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
There is just only One thing Separating Me and my Bad habits
It’s funny Dreams are funny They are just like mindset Altering your personal thoughts It’s funny how all you wanted
Is that still you sitting on a bul… Or am i just dreaming, maybe Not a bull after-all or is it a ho… Am i just whinnying, Is that the end of the road
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a