To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,
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…
A heart that flee out of her chest… And the bottom of smiles bewilderi… From her crest; for beauty is her… Strength and her soft pink lips pa… Heaven in devil’s despair,
Look left Look right There are inspirations Everywhere Discover yours.
It might be shit But that’s your own shit And it might be a hit From the park, And that will pose to be
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
You can’t get Enough Of words Or enough Of context
My favorite Kind of people Are poets, Writers But I respect
Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,
You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.
My luck changed when I found a qu… A parrot with a blue tail Golden feathers Pointy beak Very moist and incredibly tethered
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
I walk Through This pattern Because This is
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
Nature is A beautiful And most Hated luxury But you
