I have Loved Less Since The last
I am doing Good For just A bedroom Writer
I read a lot of Bukwoski Drunk And spitting words on Paper, And a little of Oliver
Love is The easiest Subject To write About Because
There is nothing special About being normal If it be cheating, Cheat Or perhaps laughing, dancing
O God no Not this song again Not this same old melody Which bores me like forever On the road, pub, shops
Secrets A secret is not a secret without m… A secret is not a ghost that knock… A secret is not a torn sheet or a… A secret is not a weapon to change…
They don’t Surprise me They live in a Different world Different city
Read as light becomes brighter Dance like hell will never succeed Laugh as life becomes a feather Walk like pride will be dear to up… Stroll in your own certain majesty
At first, when the wind blows and… Dims and when the cock crows aloud… Your conscience leaps and with you… With your sour-lips and a curved h… Either your breath stinks or not,
Only one great lake will a man exc… A boat, a paddle and a widely dark View will go past and fairer luck If one sees far as view will freel…
A simple choice is a great certain… For her own sacred delight, With love among all odds And transparency among every refle… With death above usual peace,
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
The chances Of me Acquiring Success Is the same
All i see is vain The vain of a callous step father The vain of two truthful drunks The vain of a petty elder lady The vain of a mosque shoe thieves
