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;
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
Of one you once loved with fetish heart Of one you once cared With all you had Of one you once prayed
I love you more than the sky would… I love you more than the star woul… I love you oddly more than the win… I love you merrily more than the f… I love you weirdly more than plant…
I have dreams that I have live And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
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…
This should not be stilled, The rat and the fox should not be… The wind should not stop blowing Hearts should never be stopped bre… But doc philip needs to stop swear…
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 write Like every Words will Be a hit in Someone’s heart.
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
I still have Enough fuel To fill my Thoughts Because
Art of loving is a complicated Ar… it must not be too Abundant or too… and Moderation is an hard option t…
I write when am lonely When the world is at its Wicked peak, I write when am scared When the thunder is kissing
