Why are they dressed in red and wh… A black long fur facing towards th… A gold button parting the blood an… Misery of their own existence, and… To please; they are slow nature of…
A simple choice is a great certain… For her own sacred delight, With love among all odds And transparency among every refle… With death above usual peace,
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.
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race
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…
The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…
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…
I still have Enough fuel To fill my Thoughts Because
It is just another dreary poem Her heart will forever endure and… As he felt no human rage or human… Felt no anger, love and care in hi… In silence he slumbered in his dee…
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
Now, have you seen? The black mane of a dark horse As it slithers and kiss the marble… Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an… On a starry night whispers its oat
Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me