I think mostly When there Is no ink No pen Or when my

You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.

We’d hope to say what they meant As we have seen them come and go Sprouting the heart of the lonely… Cruising the bell and towing the l… They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,…

When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve

I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer

I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver

Oh God What would Do Without My hands,

Now, have you seen? The black mane of a dark horse As it slithers and kiss the marble… Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an… On a starry night whispers its oat

Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…

I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like

Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured

I wonder how i will feel when am o… Wonder if the words will still be… In my mind with no regrets, Wonder if my heart-beats are still… Wonder if the world will be cruel…