(2015)
When change drown us deep, When red roses deceits to gain us… When bereaved our utter to reap, Myself and yourself will be mute n… Silence will repeat over and never…
Is life meant to be? Is love meant to stick? Is death meant kill? What chapter do you call this? In this chapter, I have wept for…
All this Is Just A front Am
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
All this Words looks Exactly the Same I bet
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
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;
Life is nothing but misery, Every dimension you may prefer Is not enough space for you to bre… Life is wonderful, Live it as you wish and live it
For you to be reading this At this exact time Is not an honor It was meant to be.
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…
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if
I still cannot see the way she wal… How her breast pawned towards the… Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking… With the earl grey gown i bought;… I pondered around like a deaf Ami…
Friends needs loyalty to stay Pain need time to fade Love need heart to claim Life need us to grow Money need trust to gain
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.