A destiny must do nothing but wand… In doubt of ones approval and jot, All that one as done and most of What one are yet to do; And surely stride will be exposed…
There are many usual things On your mind when you have a mind To worry, There are many unusual aspect on y… Mind that are vulnerable, vivid
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…
If i could love night more as my o… might and sleep next to night with… but just me and her blue iris sigh… her eyes that rest on beauty of endless flourish flight, owls, dog…
One will fail to believe, if not Seen or perceived, what solemnly; Another heart had muster Precariously, for intent or brief A talent titled grief.
All this Is Just A front Am
You don’t need Grades To do this Everyone does it And it
I know Something That could Do the Trick
I still have Enough fuel To fill my Thoughts Because
They don’t Surprise me They live in a Different world Different city
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,
I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
