Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…

I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer

O, ye the bright sky summon thee Before the crimson light forsake n… With the numb cloud morosely still… So does the teardrop– warmish will… Lightening’ a little or with a pi…

Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured

Only one great lake will a man exc… A boat, a paddle and a widely dark View will go past and fairer luck If one sees far as view will freel…

Why are they dressed in red and wh… A black long fur facing towards th… A gold button parting the blood an… Misery of their own existence, and… To please; they are slow nature of…

For life will fairly drench and We will with no option but famousl…

You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.

My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are

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…

When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming