Don’t fret As long as you are still breathing My words will never be short of br…
Is this it Is this love or desperation Is this how it feels to be dunked… Empty bowl My heart never really flutters
Just like a boat Float on me Just like a lamp Light me on Just like a dream
Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary
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;
As i have reached the town, The town which i thought never exi… The town; where two blocks are dro… The town; where more stoned-houses… And astonish sights of lands, lake…
Only if i Could have Never Learned a way To arouse
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
On love will you hate when time Waltz by unpleasantly and same Love will the lapping wave satisfy A couple of beauty praise. More love and pure strength will
I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.
How deep Can love Swim Or How
Poetry Poetry is for the weak The clean and tucked in worker beh… Poetry is for the lazy The fragile breeds with a right ha…
I still cannot see the way she wal… How her breast pawned towards the… Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking… With the earl grey gown i bought;… I pondered around like a deaf Ami…
Act amazed like it is done in plig… For all that winds care is comfort And delicate bid of sun ray slithe… Through the breast of a pregnant d… Act amazed like its done in plight…
