Erin was a lonely girl with a brave mindset and she lived with her parent in a grey barn at omisphere, erin a girl that beh… beauty and friends
When you say friends Tell me what you meant by friends Is it those people you go running… When you think you’ve got a proble… Or those ones social media classed…
What heart would whisper another Sense will hardly learn; and Wandering mind could cluster Indefinite at dark forests in angu… Of sight and vicious earthly being…
Morning by days not less or late Her heart flutters and fail’d to b… I tossed her arms up and down, Her arms dare to stay and it drop’… Her lips was wide, curve while her…
Today is never as lifeless like da… Was meant to be; the woods are idl… And birds pestering a harmless tre… And the squirrels knitting fiercel… And different people walking throu…
Oh sleep and rest thy dazzling eye… Nor snore aloud with breath-stinks… Countenance cover’s it or lay stil… Of thy thoughts out bare; stay sti… Claws or brows; Oh now it’s mire,…
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 write when am lonely When the world is at its Wicked peak, I write when am scared When the thunder is kissing
The blind goose with a solemn hear… White, pure and goes on and on and… But without the trails of the rest… All she ever sees was darkness, Darkness –this long parable and na…
You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
glazing mortar, maze in order, the rate of those reluctant covers the least occupant, laziness takes over the other work… but with your might and focus,
To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
How will thine love as handful, is it as hate would make a flare? Heart would be burned into dark as… But some will bare to inhale The smell.
Now, have you seen? The black mane of a dark horse As it slithers and kiss the marble… Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an… On a starry night whispers its oat
