A misfit is not a wish
Neither is it a pitch, an area, a
Its about your balance
The ability of practice or talent
Attitude to the frost and stagnant

Tell me the verse this may be
And let all lye in thoughts
Of what you or i may get
Or beg out of life,
Life of deceits and a freshly new

Everything
Hurts
Immediately you
Decided
To

Look at me, lying on the sofa
With the thought of money and fame
And my waist-bones cringes
Of the moves and roads and efforts
Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say

I love you more than the sky would
I love you more than the star woul
I love you oddly more than the win
I love you merrily more than the f
I love you weirdly more than plant

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

I Heard that New York is a great
To be a writer and London is a
Nice place to be a poet, France i
Common place to be an author
All other places are irrelevant!

Word me a river
& Fetch me strengths
Move me nearer
And let us faint

All this
Is
Just
A front
Am

Many could milk a cow or
Learn how to milk a cow and
Still obliterate to cluster the st
One take in milking a cow,
Multiple could shoot a rifle in ev