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;
Well i am stucked Here and I am Not the wisest I should have cut Loose before now.
When you are wealthy: Many shall be your friends and Few shall be your fans and; All will be your death.
I could read her sight for countle… I could gasp her breath in every f… I could make my heart a bargain For her to freely blend, Because in her smile angels sings,…
I can play Different roles But there have To be no rules Or tears because
As may that it is, even though you… Philanderer, Or a disheveled, ruffian, but I c… With the hoard Shouting in loud bars, even though…
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.
They lived and seed in light and d… Forsooth the great wall demise the… Oh no! the casts and judges are p… Although the reaction to the dark… The visual of their face goes blan…
Only one great lake will a man exc… A boat, a paddle and a widely dark View will go past and fairer luck If one sees far as view will freel…
Act amazed like it is done in plig… For all that winds care is comfort And delicate bid of sun ray slithe… Through the breast of a pregnant d… Act amazed like its done in plight…
You should see the sketch of sorro… You should see the pain written in… You should try to dig what is hidd… Can you not see how her eyes are t… When her brows flinches up and dow…
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…
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;
A small piece of metal With a shinning light, Visible yet warmth, Seek the dark smoke As it breaths
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.