Love for thee are naught, For every tears and every Pain love claimed will rot, Love to thee will glance no noon, For my heart will gently gain numb…
When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve
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,
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
I have Loved Less Since The last
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
I can’t Afford Pride for Now Even if
You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.
There are two art of wisdom; we ea… One seem like a sting of success,… Is filled with the sponge, soap an… Wisdom by losing is a cup crafted… To drink, shower and weep in it; i…
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
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…
poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;
All this Words looks Exactly the Same I bet
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
I have seen someone today The same one everyday The one who would chew with mouth… The one who would laugh to every o… The one who learned about love in…
