In life we prepare for tomorrow no… Just like a judge, We mend or break hearts And just like a bad dream, We focus on waking up.
Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you
When you are wealthy: Many shall be your friends and Few shall be your fans and; All will be your death.
Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me
Words should be plain And simple But always jumping Down in style.
Close your eyes What do you see? Light Or darkness They are as bad as Each other, too
When you say friends Tell me what you meant by friends Is it those people you go running… When you think you’ve got a proble… Or those ones social media classed…
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
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,
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.
Heaven will be glad and passionate… for hell could not bare in comfort Of some delicate souls prayer woul… So will earth cruse blissfully una… that flesh will rot with clothes,…
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…
I wish i was born in the old days,… Greatly about how they look, when… Work with knowledge that makes the… They all have many sense than one… I wish i was an endowed poet then,…
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…
A heart that flee out of her chest… And the bottom of smiles bewilderi… From her crest; for beauty is her… Strength and her soft pink lips pa… Heaven in devil’s despair,
