Oh God What would Do Without My hands,
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,…
Is this it Is this love or desperation Is this how it feels to be dunked… Empty bowl My heart never really flutters
How deep Can love Swim Or How
Look left Look right There are inspirations Everywhere Discover yours.
Sometimes I take A Break From
I find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing
Turn my words to dust Turn from dust to dust Play my favourite type of blues Paint it from blue to blues Pour me a bottle of wine
I have dreams that I have live And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace
All this Is Just A front Am
To love is to risk lonliness To die is to risk life To seek is to risk lost To breath is to risk hope To feel is to risk numbness
Henceforth.. Take a look at the leaves Leaving their mother For the first time For a new experience,
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
I know Something That could Do the Trick
A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.