A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
There are sweetness in his blazing… Admiration of kind mind that winds… So, why halt? when the symphony Of grasp still commence, I can see the shadow line of where
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
I stumble, I stand, I sit and I… Every-time i think about your soft… And the smirks on your face Whenever you are bored, scared or… Sometimes i glaze through the glas…
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
They are roaring And ready To go but My shoe Laces are still
Hunger for silence Voice cracked whistles blown Cattles lost Ego’s bruised
There are many ways To start a poem and many Words to start one with. There are many ways to create A life and many styles involved
Oh, the moon should be cautious of… The moon should always glance to k… If i am still here, dressed or nak… With all of my conscious sins and… Witnesses; my eyes could blindly e…
How will thine love as handful, is it as hate would make a flare? Heart would be burned into dark as… But some will bare to inhale The smell.
Everything Hurts Immediately you Decided To
When change drown us deep, When red roses deceits to gain us… When bereaved our utter to reap, Myself and yourself will be mute n… Silence will repeat over and never…
I do This to save Me from Insanity And Importantly
Teenagers Take healthy risks, Read books Go on walks Watch the sunset
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,