To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
Culprit are tend to be Visible when a craft Is alarmed. A trigger can become Hostile while depending
I find it Hard Reading a Long paragraph Of nothing
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;
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.
Love is The easiest Subject To write About Because
Everything can Be learned In this world Even prayer Can be taught
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…
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…
My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are
How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race
How deep Can love Swim Or How
why do you take years in craving what can’t last?, perhaps a little bit trust may be… that angry gravy eyes you stare wi… burst in horror!,
I wonder how i will feel when am o… Wonder if the words will still be… In my mind with no regrets, Wonder if my heart-beats are still… Wonder if the world will be cruel…
Life could spike your drink Love could stab your heart Feelings could blame your tears Money could pay for less Attraction could buy your sight
