From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
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…
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
May so be it Life will be it Love will also be it Music will sing it Rituals will be a part of it
I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
Life could spike your drink Love could stab your heart Feelings could blame your tears Money could pay for less Attraction could buy your sight
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,
As knowledge will enrich its own s… For so many comfort peace Will make aware, For so many sheet our bed Will yearn, for so many seeds
What more can you ask for? A momentum memorial of my art you… Or a possibility of the future of… Through my words you will ever rem… I will leave the lake and the seas…
I stumble, I stand, I sit and I… Every-time i think about your soft… And the smirks on your face Whenever you are bored, scared or… Sometimes i glaze through the glas…
Morning by days not less or late Her heart flutters and fail’d to b… I tossed her arms up and down, Her arms dare to stay and it drop’… Her lips was wide, curve while her…
Life is nothing but misery, Every dimension you may prefer Is not enough space for you to bre… Life is wonderful, Live it as you wish and live it
When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve
I was born anew and i was born now… strongly at me with my tiny hands… ceased to cover my face, leer at all this creature lingerin… and delighted am free.
