There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly

You don’t have to be in distress t… Just like you don’t have to breath… You don’t have to be tall to leap You certainly don’t have to be sho… You don’t have to be loud to sing

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…

Writing is like drugs You will never stop wanting more Or trying so hard to see how high…

I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not

Nothing is worth writing About until something Is worth reading a…

Merely is the bread, wine and your… Your countenance, Your eyes and t… It works in harmony its your sense… The weariness is the achievement m… Its the effort of your pain all be…

O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops

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

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

All I need Is for you To read Acknowledge Debate

Friends needs loyalty to stay Pain need time to fade Love need heart to claim Life need us to grow Money need trust to gain