My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are
There are sweetness in his blazing… Admiration of kind mind that winds… So, why halt? when the symphony Of grasp still commence, I can see the shadow line of where
We grow in time and by day we ripe… But by hours our memory shrinks an… Dawns to slumber in intelligence, But with love; we sharpen every sl… Our memory seems to please and
What horror have the earthly natur… How amuse are the fetish majors or… Mostly are the fault of the epipha… painted walls of idiocy and tears… I will be cautious to fetch the ro…
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
Culprit are tend to be Visible when a craft Is alarmed. A trigger can become Hostile while depending
The beautiful frame hung on the wa… With dust and dark paintings i rec… O, bring a white wipe So i can clean off the sadness bef… The teardrops of the picture in th…
I have read them enough to fill me With tenderness; to sigh a relief On my soul with heavenly mind, Because now i could sight them far… As they would lease pleasure to me…
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
Words should be plain And simple But always jumping Down in style.
The Only Normal Thing On
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…
A part Of my head Is hurting A part that Needs to
There is just only One thing Separating Me and my Bad habits
