I could read her sight for countle
I could gasp her breath in every f
I could make my heart a bargain
For her to freely blend,
Because in her smile angels sings,

When you
Are young
You
Could
Only

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

They lived and seed in light and d
Forsooth the great wall demise the
Oh no! the casts and judges are p
Although the reaction to the dark
The visual of their face goes blan

You are beautiful
Regardless of what
Beauty means.

The delights of autumn,
the cats shivering and the birds
as silence as a morning morgue, th
that blows you backward and coldne
that knit deep into your dry skin,

It’s funny
Dreams are funny
They are just like mindset
Altering your personal thoughts
It’s funny how all you wanted

From a writer
To a
Reader and
From a reader
To a

Well i am stucked
Here and I am
Not the wisest
I should have cut
Loose before now.

You have read all
About me but
All I know about you is beauty.