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,
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…
When Pavarotti plays On a timeless streak And emotions flares To caress lips and Tongues swimming
A very good piece does not Wake up In just one rainy day Or perhaps a sunny day If there are no luck, a very good… Might not even rise at all.
Only if i Could have Never Learned a way To arouse
I write when am lonely When the world is at its Wicked peak, I write when am scared When the thunder is kissing
There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly
Oh God What would Do Without My hands,
Many could milk a cow or Learn how to milk a cow and Still obliterate to cluster the st… One take in milking a cow, Multiple could shoot a rifle in ev…
I wonder how i will feel when am o… Wonder if the words will still be… In my mind with no regrets, Wonder if my heart-beats are still… Wonder if the world will be cruel…
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
Most of them Lives here But as a Visitor I Lecture them
You have read all About me but All I know about you is beauty.
I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.
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…
