We go from Dust to Dust Bones to Bones Cleared by air Bitten By Termites Sulked by rain
From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a
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,
Give me love O you, as sacred heart Are hard to trust. Plunge my bones With humor
As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.
Friends needs loyalty to stay Pain need time to fade Love need heart to claim Life need us to grow Money need trust to gain
I write Like every Words will Be a hit in Someone’s heart.
I wish i was born in the old days,… Greatly about how they look, when… Work with knowledge that makes the… They all have many sense than one… I wish i was an endowed poet then,…
We’d hope to say what they meant As we have seen them come and go Sprouting the heart of the lonely… Cruising the bell and towing the l… They’ve pour their wisdom, fears,…
They are not bragging Or that many I could easily fish them out For now.
My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are
Is life meant to be? Is love meant to stick? Is death meant kill? What chapter do you call this? In this chapter, I have wept for…
Never forget To Do Your own Thing
Curiousity is a hell of a drug The reason why you open your eyes… The morning and The reason why you shut it at nigh…
They don’t Surprise me They live in a Different world Different city
