When a chapter of your life is at… every moment seems to bleed and every hands you shake will not mov… and every day is a million years a… every step seems not to take step
Under the stripped trees in a pear… Winter, there i found a white blos… Dropped in a muffled sound-like And it formed A surface,
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
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…
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
To whom; who death might delight, Put on your socks and your glass And glimpse through a river That breath gust of elite; gust of… Which you will miss gracefully
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
A fool i was to rest on beauty, To lean my back on gratitude, On just a sight and nothing but Just a sight of what i cannot Do nothing but please.
Pretend to sleep tight and secretl… bare interest so if light will dec… aware and if the night will yawn w… are famously put to rest.
Rapidly does the spirit roam. Invisible to human And visible to the special ones, Sometimes you could sense Or feel the stroke when walking
I have walked with people Who are well pamperd And well spoken enough to be Their own god.
For you to be reading this At this exact time Is not an honor It was meant to be.
You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context