I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not
O, ye the bright sky summon thee Before the crimson light forsake n… With the numb cloud morosely still… So does the teardrop– warmish will… Lightening’ a little or with a pi…
I walk Through This pattern Because This is
Love in a film, The boy meets the girl in a party Or in a school or the girl runs in… In a runway, with a slight awkward… They both connect instantly and li…
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.
How does he speak? With his mouth or his body Or with help or no help, with His crew but he dare not own a boa… For a boat would majestically
When you Are young You Could Only
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
It will never go or give up, It is a wanted resident Making its way to a
This could Be Magic Only if You
I have convert this hobby to a job Because a job for me is joy and si… No standing whilst thinking and wr… I should be payed by you but I ca… But see that you have no job but s…
Under the stripped trees in a pear… Winter, there i found a white blos… Dropped in a muffled sound-like And it formed A surface,
Words should be plain And simple But always jumping Down in style.
Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer