I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
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…
Well i am stucked Here and I am Not the wisest I should have cut Loose before now.
As i have reached the town, The town which i thought never exi… The town; where two blocks are dro… The town; where more stoned-houses… And astonish sights of lands, lake…
Only If You Could jump Out
A bird with a flightless wings That is what her love brings When clock can tick no more Like a naked eye of a devils core. With a shame your rebel foresee
poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;
I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
It is just another dreary poem Her heart will forever endure and… As he felt no human rage or human… Felt no anger, love and care in hi… In silence he slumbered in his dee…
As knowledge will enrich its own s… For so many comfort peace Will make aware, For so many sheet our bed Will yearn, for so many seeds
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…
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my
They lease my soul from me They pay with dime; with dime– Did my flesh buries far beneath to… Nor behold a light; who shall see… I bellow at thee who mourn or weep…
