I cry blood I cry a very dark red blood I cry I cry to read along the lines I Cry a meaningless tear sometime…
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
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 is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing
Well i am stucked Here and I am Not the wisest I should have cut Loose before now.
I do not write my poetry for no-on… And every dawn, i do not reason wh… —On about mystic my work chaperon… Mystic is me but with more time yo… You will break the mystery and lea…
Let me not seek before my faith is… When the buds are trimmed for love… Not for unusual traits or heart wr… And not for solidarity to beg or r… Some debt; which my heart will dec…
Play me a love music Shut all the blinds And I will write the world for yo…
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
A fool i was to rest on beauty, To lean my back on gratitude, On just a sight and nothing but Just a sight of what i cannot Do nothing but please.
I am a father I am a mother I said I’m a friend! Your friend A neighbour
All I need Is for you To read Acknowledge Debate
It is just Another day But with different Fish back to The same old sea.
A crooked faith with the deepest w… Immortality of conception about li… Weakest pace, slowest race. Illegible notes with an unclear ma… Although its more revelation, appr…
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,