(2015)
Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…
Now, as you may have seen When old, young or when with Someone as days and weeks goes on, I do not know how our love is shap… I do not know what my coming will…
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
If I could sleep in my dream; Gazing lightly with my brow for a… When the snowy candles begins to w… I would sleep in peace for million… Knowing my sight will become blue…
I stumble, I stand, I sit and I… Every-time i think about your soft… And the smirks on your face Whenever you are bored, scared or… Sometimes i glaze through the glas…
When a chapter of your life is at… every moment seems to bleed and every hands you shake will not mov… and every day is a million years a… every step seems not to take step
now i can see life better now i know the difference between life and death and now i know life is nothing but a box of cereals.
I still have Enough fuel To fill my Thoughts Because
Word me a river & Fetch me strengths Move me nearer And let us faint
A fool i was to rest on beauty, To lean my back on gratitude, On just a sight and nothing but Just a sight of what i cannot Do nothing but please.
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
A part Of my head Is hurting A part that Needs to
Curiousity is a hell of a drug The reason why you open your eyes… The morning and The reason why you shut it at nigh…
I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…