For you to be reading this
At this exact time
Is not an honor
It was meant to be.

Words should be plain
And simple
But always jumping
Down in style.

This should not be stilled,
The rat and the fox should not be
The wind should not stop blowing
Hearts should never be stopped bre
But doc philip needs to stop swear

I can’t
Promise you
Heaven
But we will
Be

Henceforth..
Take a look at the leaves
Leaving their mother
For the first time
For a new experience,

One will fail to believe, if not
Seen or perceived, what solemnly;
Another heart had muster
Precariously, for intent or brief
A talent titled grief.

It is just
Another day
But with different
Fish back to
The same old sea.

I write when am lonely
When the world is at its
Wicked peak,
I write when am scared
When the thunder is kissing

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

We’d hope to say what they meant
As we have seen them come and go
Sprouting the heart of the lonely
Cruising the bell and towing the l
They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,