How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race

It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.

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 need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like

On love will you hate when time Waltz by unpleasantly and same Love will the lapping wave satisfy A couple of beauty praise. More love and pure strength will

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…

To love is to risk lonliness To die is to risk life To seek is to risk lost To breath is to risk hope To feel is to risk numbness

I have read them enough to fill me With tenderness; to sigh a relief On my soul with heavenly mind, Because now i could sight them far… As they would lease pleasure to me…

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.

I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.

Culprit are tend to be Visible when a craft Is alarmed. A trigger can become Hostile while depending

I don’t try too hard They can’t help Enough but loosen Their shacks and Jump down from their