If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
What more can you ask for? A momentum memorial of my art you… Or a possibility of the future of… Through my words you will ever rem… I will leave the lake and the seas…
I will not be too Quick to put a label On something that might Last forever if we try.
I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,
Culprit are tend to be Visible when a craft Is alarmed. A trigger can become Hostile while depending
A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
I can’t Promise you Heaven But we will Be
There is just only One thing Separating Me and my Bad habits
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…
Sometimes I take A Break From
Is life meant to be? Is love meant to stick? Is death meant kill? What chapter do you call this? In this chapter, I have wept for…
Words cannot say How long i would love to live Words be dear not to say How much i would rather live to fi… Words better not say