Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…
I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,
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…
Take a look at the road where we a… My future, your future, our future When the time comes How will we all contain in our own… How will the world see our own shi…
The love I once felt was invincib… yet soothing. beyond consciousness yet understood. The simplicity of the love was ast…
Art of loving is a complicated Ar… it must not be too Abundant or too… and Moderation is an hard option t…
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me
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
I write when am lonely When the world is at its Wicked peak, I write when am scared When the thunder is kissing
Life is a maze and death Is the way out.
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
At first, when the wind blows and… Dims and when the cock crows aloud… Your conscience leaps and with you… With your sour-lips and a curved h… Either your breath stinks or not,
What more can you ask for? A momentum memorial of my art you… Or a possibility of the future of… Through my words you will ever rem… I will leave the lake and the seas…
I pride myself in the midst of pain, pleasure Brain and honesty.
