You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.

The famous cheats will had once em… The prostitutes will freely sleep… acknowledge poetry. The power of poetry is an unoffici… It can be used by a sweet talker,

Give me love O you, as sacred heart Are hard to trust. Plunge my bones With humor

They should learn how to talk, When they sees one another—just fo… They should dry the coals and bury… Like half of us, so strength shall… But before you were born by them,

Job is better done than undone Weeks of hard earned cash; well de… Paying to seek love; for job its s… Aftermath of it all —time is a job… Brain is a job welldone,

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

I see fairness in death than man, as death will show honesty to take… by gender, race, sexuality or rich… and he would ponder to hide when life is so unfaithful to man

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,

Of one you once loved with fetish heart Of one you once cared With all you had Of one you once prayed

The Only Normal Thing On

From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a

I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not

I have dreams that I have lived And The ones I still live. I have appeased my childhood God, He is pleased. I have dreamt of peace