Oh God What would Do Without My hands,
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
Curiousity is a hell of a drug The reason why you open your eyes… The morning and The reason why you shut it at nigh…
Love me with no range; and never p… Through me, love me like a gate an… Cease to open me, love me like a m… Same and exact with no compromise. Love me peacefully like bodies dro…
I cry blood I cry a very dark red blood I cry I cry to read along the lines I Cry a meaningless tear sometime…
I know Something That could Do the Trick
I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like
Is that still you sitting on a bul… Or am i just dreaming, maybe Not a bull after-all or is it a ho… Am i just whinnying, Is that the end of the road
I have read them enough to fill me With tenderness; to sigh a relief On my soul with heavenly mind, Because now i could sight them far… As they would lease pleasure to me…
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
Many had played this game like a c… A mouse, we once played the game b… Drained and emotionally out of dep… The game hates to differ and knows… Fight for this game and be careles…
Publish a book Not pretense Share the words Not label Write your thoughts
When you say friends Tell me what you meant by friends Is it those people you go running… When you think you’ve got a proble… Or those ones social media classed…
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…
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,