Many had played this game like a c… A mouse, we once played the game b… Drained and emotionally out of dep… The game hates to differ and knows… Fight for this game and be careles…
I have Loved Less Since The last
Life is a maze and death Is the way out.
Ann know your moors As people call it anonymous. I love having a special power A super power An uneven power
Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,
I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
I love you more than the sky would… I love you more than the star woul… I love you oddly more than the win… I love you merrily more than the f… I love you weirdly more than plant…
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…
I write Like every Words will Be a hit in Someone’s heart.
Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…
When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve
Look left Look right There are inspirations Everywhere Discover yours.
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…
Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…
Oh, the moon should be cautious of… The moon should always glance to k… If i am still here, dressed or nak… With all of my conscious sins and… Witnesses; my eyes could blindly e…