Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…

I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer

How will love be glad on autumns r… love divine and love refined, love… love inclined, love infinite and l… love’s regard and love on guard, f… love as cold like a morning’s brea…

Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured

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;

O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops

Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,

There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing

Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you

When change drown us deep, When red roses deceits to gain us… When bereaved our utter to reap, Myself and yourself will be mute n… Silence will repeat over and never…

If you ever thought of a girl perhaps wasted anytime with someon… Or no one. If you ever walk with loud manly Conversation with your friend

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,

A simple choice is a great certain… For her own sacred delight, With love among all odds And transparency among every refle… With death above usual peace,

There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.

The truth in the midst of lies, th… Threat and stab; heart could never… The poor lies of filled wealth whi… In albatross of the world at will. And to slip and bleed from a restf…