I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,

How deep Can love Swim Or How

When you say friends Tell me what you meant by friends Is it those people you go running… When you think you’ve got a proble… Or those ones social media classed…

I love Everything That will Make Me

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…

I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.

I do This to save Me from Insanity And Importantly

My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are

It could be one way to live occupi… That is tacking every trousers in… Despise, and dressing every space… Empty space for sin to lose intere… In its options to form in your lif…

I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver

A heart that flee out of her chest… And the bottom of smiles bewilderi… From her crest; for beauty is her… Strength and her soft pink lips pa… Heaven in devil’s despair,

This could Be Magic Only if You

To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,

Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,