I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
To whom; who death might delight, Put on your socks and your glass And glimpse through a river That breath gust of elite; gust of… Which you will miss gracefully
I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.
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…
Don’t fret As long as you are still breathing My words will never be short of br…
How will thine love as handful, is it as hate would make a flare? Heart would be burned into dark as… But some will bare to inhale The smell.
Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye… Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks… Countenance cover’s it or lay stil… Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti… Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,…
A drunk man once asked me Do you write? And I was like yeah I can put words together, He looked at the cup he was holdin…
if you don’t want to do anything but reading, read loud if you don’t want to read and maybe all you want is to eat, eat now,
Only If You Could jump Out
Pretend to sleep tight and secretl… bare interest so if light will dec… aware and if the night will yawn w… are famously put to rest.
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…
How deep Can love Swim Or How
I have Loved Less Since The last
When a chapter of your life is at… every moment seems to bleed and every hands you shake will not mov… and every day is a million years a… every step seems not to take step
