This could Be Magic Only if You

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…

I write when am lonely When the world is at its Wicked peak, I write when am scared When the thunder is kissing

To whom; who death might delight, Put on your socks and your glass And glimpse through a river That breath gust of elite; gust of… Which you will miss gracefully

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

Oh how marvellous It is to Write and drink Your guts out, How scary

How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race

O, ye the bright sky summon thee Before the crimson light forsake n… With the numb cloud morosely still… So does the teardrop– warmish will… Lightening’ a little or with a pi…

My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect

I am Incredibly Lucky Check me out In few years

Why are they dressed in red and wh… A black long fur facing towards th… A gold button parting the blood an… Misery of their own existence, and… To please; they are slow nature of…

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.