When change drown us deep, When red roses deceits to gain us… When bereaved our utter to reap, Myself and yourself will be mute n… Silence will repeat over and never…
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
Look at me, lying on the sofa With the thought of money and fame And my waist-bones cringes Of the moves and roads and efforts… Sarcasm, or more like it’ i’d say…
I trust myself too much That I sometimes forget how To trust my pen.
Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you
Act amazed like it is done in plig… For all that winds care is comfort And delicate bid of sun ray slithe… Through the breast of a pregnant d… Act amazed like its done in plight…
You would Notice I Always Use I Before you,
One will fail to believe, if not Seen or perceived, what solemnly; Another heart had muster Precariously, for intent or brief A talent titled grief.
Never Count your Work Because Your
Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
Hiya. I’m just checking in How are we all doing? I hope this year haven’t swept us… Family & relations good?
A beautiful me. A beautiful you A beautiful us A beautiful sunset dipped. A beautiful cloud
I can’t Promise you Heaven But we will Be
All this Words looks Exactly the Same I bet
