Love will have no manners Or conciousness to rebuke for, Because nothing dire will decend When eyes finds an obssession to f… Will it walk on rail and loose tra…
Well i am stucked Here and I am Not the wisest I should have cut Loose before now.
Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…
A destiny must do nothing but wand… In doubt of ones approval and jot, All that one as done and most of What one are yet to do; And surely stride will be exposed…
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
The moon should be Cautious of us Because one day we will Be looking Down to her And She shall pledge to us
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…
I write Like every Words will Be a hit in Someone’s heart.
O, ye the bright sky summon thee Before the crimson light forsake n… With the numb cloud morosely still… So does the teardrop– warmish will… Lightening’ a little or with a pi…
Is this it Is this love or desperation Is this how it feels to be dunked… Empty bowl My heart never really flutters
The Only Normal Thing On
My glasses are filled And your cups are Starting to overflow With patience and I will help
A relationship without love is lik… Disco of sex, a music, a carpeted… And army of glitzy light of nothin… But a waste of one’s effort to suc… Perhaps love is easy to frisk
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
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,