When you Are young You Could Only

We go from Dust to Dust Bones to Bones Cleared by air Bitten By Termites Sulked by rain

poetry in my bones, just a little plenty in my bones, it burns and burns even when i try cleanse away creativity in my bones, i have love for other things;

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

I do This to save Me from Insanity And Importantly

When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve

To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,

I know Something That could Do the Trick

I am Incredibly Lucky Check me out In few years

Word is force and reflection of fl… Words are bait to feelings and can… Word is a million word that makes… Words is like a shotgun and death… Words is a boxer short and a camel…

I always Knew she Was going To be hot But not