My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;
Is life meant to be? Is love meant to stick? Is death meant kill? What chapter do you call this? In this chapter, I have wept for…
Never stay far away from me, Even when am in distress, and my b… Can no longer bear; or swift with… And compassion strikes out only fo… Never stay far away from me,
To love is to risk lonliness To die is to risk life To seek is to risk lost To breath is to risk hope To feel is to risk numbness
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…
Have you thougt Beyond your world Where feelings Are mystery, Where there is no love
I have love life The same eversince: I have love the hard Spent days when money shows no favour,
Never Count your Work Because Your
Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…
They don’t Surprise me They live in a Different world Different city
Demons I will bring out the demons in you I will close the trenches and make The demons feed in you They will feel what it’s like for…
now i can see life better now i know the difference between life and death and now i know life is nothing but a box of cereals.
How does he speak? With his mouth or his body Or with help or no help, with His crew but he dare not own a boa… For a boat would majestically
My wishes—for all their dreams, I wish i could help, i wish i coul… The frost on the glass and hope fo… Not the stress but ease, and for t… To laugh at me when I wish;