When you are wealthy: Many shall be your friends and Few shall be your fans and; All will be your death.
I walk Through This pattern Because This is
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
May so be it Life will be it Love will also be it Music will sing it Rituals will be a part of it
There are many Means of writing Mostly In caves.
Turn my words to dust Turn from dust to dust Play my favourite type of blues Paint it from blue to blues Pour me a bottle of wine
One will fail to believe, if not Seen or perceived, what solemnly; Another heart had muster Precariously, for intent or brief A talent titled grief.
I wish i was born in the old days,… Greatly about how they look, when… Work with knowledge that makes the… They all have many sense than one… I wish i was an endowed poet then,…
I love Everything That will Make Me
Job is better done than undone Weeks of hard earned cash; well de… Paying to seek love; for job its s… Aftermath of it all —time is a job… Brain is a job welldone,
I love us more when its peak And our Presence had been starved To see.
For you to be reading this At this exact time Is not an honor It was meant to be.
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…
Look left Look right There are inspirations Everywhere Discover yours.
I still have Enough fuel To fill my Thoughts Because
