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…
Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…
It will never go or give up, It is a wanted resident Making its way to a
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,
There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing
What do I see I see people talking about me I see them whispering and I think… I see them plotting I can hear my mothers warning in m…
Goodbye You! Goodbye to the willow-land and the… Where all the tears, emotions, bre… And deep fears are all shared. Goodbye to the weary-trees, the la…
Now, as you may have seen When old, young or when with Someone as days and weeks goes on, I do not know how our love is shap… I do not know what my coming will…
I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.
The Only Normal Thing On
It’s funny Dreams are funny They are just like mindset Altering your personal thoughts It’s funny how all you wanted
Is life meant to be? Is love meant to stick? Is death meant kill? What chapter do you call this? In this chapter, I have wept for…
I wish i was born in the old days,… Greatly about how they look, when… Work with knowledge that makes the… They all have many sense than one… I wish i was an endowed poet then,…
You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context
Love to a novice is sincerity and… And to an expert with trampled edg… Insanity at its deepest phase, As discernment will love wisdom an… As richness will love power; love…
