This could Be Magic Only if You
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…
many writes poetry now, many writes about life and they wi… were not alive but when they hears… they run and leave their shoes beh… many writes about love,
They should learn how to talk, When they sees one another—just fo… They should dry the coals and bury… Like half of us, so strength shall… But before you were born by them,
I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my
A crooked faith with the deepest w… Immortality of conception about li… Weakest pace, slowest race. Illegible notes with an unclear ma… Although its more revelation, appr…
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…
Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured
When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve
Well i am stucked Here and I am Not the wisest I should have cut Loose before now.
Teenagers Take healthy risks, Read books Go on walks Watch the sunset
Now, have you seen? The black mane of a dark horse As it slithers and kiss the marble… Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an… On a starry night whispers its oat
Oh God What would Do Without My hands,
Today is never as lifeless like da… Was meant to be; the woods are idl… And birds pestering a harmless tre… And the squirrels knitting fiercel… And different people walking throu…
