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;

My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are

Never stay far away from me, Even when am in distress, and my b… Can no longer bear; or swift with… And compassion strikes out only fo… Never stay far away from me,

My wishes—for all their dreams, I wish i could help, i wish i coul… The frost on the glass and hope fo… Not the stress but ease, and for t… To laugh at me when I wish;

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…

I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.

forever or never will thy bar crow… Or thy bell rung with town crier a… Nay, even if the tune or the bell… Covered in a well attacks?, no hum… Or slip into the well will be dece…

Life could spike your drink Love could stab your heart Feelings could blame your tears Money could pay for less Attraction could buy your sight

Don’t fret As long as you are still breathing My words will never be short of br…

When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming

These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white