To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
Sometimes i feel like I have done it all But maybe its not me Its the silk that’s unwilling To cover my feet.
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
We’d hope to say what they meant As we have seen them come and go Sprouting the heart of the lonely… Cruising the bell and towing the l… They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,…
How does he speak? With his mouth or his body Or with help or no help, with His crew but he dare not own a boa… For a boat would majestically
When you Are young You Could Only
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.
I find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
Love is The easiest Subject To write About Because
You don’t need Grades To do this Everyone does it And it
Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,
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
Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts
Love me with no range; and never p… Through me, love me like a gate an… Cease to open me, love me like a m… Same and exact with no compromise. Love me peacefully like bodies dro…
