When you light up
My dreams brightens
When you smile and pause
My heart pause a beat
When you cry

Job is better done than undone
Weeks of hard earned cash; well de
Paying to seek love; for job its s
Aftermath of it all —time is a job
Brain is a job welldone,

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

I need to
Get
Myself a
Typewriter
It’s like

Morning by days not less or late
Her heart flutters and fail’d to b
I tossed her arms up and down,
Her arms dare to stay and it drop’
Her lips was wide, curve while her

For life will fairly drench and
We will with no option but famousl

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;

You don’t need
Grades
To do this
Everyone does it
And it

Life is a maze
and death Is the way out.

A very good piece,
Writing a good poetry is like maki
Or trying to get to sleep as a kid
Or hearing an ice cream truck and
There is no certainty that you wou