How will love be glad on autumns r… love divine and love refined, love… love inclined, love infinite and l… love’s regard and love on guard, f… love as cold like a morning’s brea…
A destiny must do nothing but wand… In doubt of ones approval and jot, All that one as done and most of What one are yet to do; And surely stride will be exposed…
I will not be too Quick to put a label On something that might Last forever if we try.
Never forget To Do Your own Thing
A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.
I have spread the sheet to my bed… Now that there is no more experien… Now there is no more poetry, and n… There is nothing new to write abou… Under the sun or far away from bey…
I am Incredibly Lucky Check me out In few years
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;
When you Are young You Could Only
All this Is Just A front Am
Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me
Read as light becomes brighter Dance like hell will never succeed Laugh as life becomes a feather Walk like pride will be dear to up… Stroll in your own certain majesty
I see fairness in death than man, as death will show honesty to take… by gender, race, sexuality or rich… and he would ponder to hide when life is so unfaithful to man
If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
