I have convert this hobby to a job Because a job for me is joy and si… No standing whilst thinking and wr… I should be payed by you but I ca… But see that you have no job but s…

Atleast I Have love For something That is not secured

Love growing could be as Short as a leave that kisses The sun begged to kiss not, It could be a lantern bright But not bright enough to see far,

I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not

If your head Could think it Your hand Could surely Write it.

It will never go or give up, It is a wanted resident Making its way to a

Heaven will be glad and passionate… for hell could not bare in comfort Of some delicate souls prayer woul… So will earth cruse blissfully una… that flesh will rot with clothes,…

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,

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

I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like

Never Count your Work Because Your

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…