I have
Loved
Less
Since
The last

I think mostly
When there
Is no ink
No pen
Or when my

I do not write my poetry for no-on
And every dawn, i do not reason wh
—On about mystic my work chaperon
Mystic is me but with more time yo
You will break the mystery and lea

if you don’t want to do anything
but reading, read loud
if you don’t want to read and
maybe all you want is to eat,
eat now,

Atleast I
Have love
For something
That is not
secured

To whom; who death might delight,
Put on your socks and your glass
And glimpse through a river
That breath gust of elite; gust of
Which you will miss gracefully

A small piece of metal
With a shinning light,
Visible yet warmth,
Seek the dark smoke
As it breaths

Demons
I will bring out the demons in you
I will close the trenches and make
The demons feed in you
They will feel what it’s like for

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

I can’t
Promise you
Heaven
But we will
Be