(2015)
To whom; who death might delight, Put on your socks and your glass And glimpse through a river That breath gust of elite; gust of… Which you will miss gracefully
These are the real Poets/writers The ones with glasses and Always taking pictures In black/white
Love in a film, The boy meets the girl in a party Or in a school or the girl runs in… In a runway, with a slight awkward… They both connect instantly and li…
For you to be reading this At this exact time Is not an honor It was meant to be.
If you ever thought of a girl perhaps wasted anytime with someon… Or no one. If you ever walk with loud manly Conversation with your friend
You don’t need Grades To do this Everyone does it And it
Today is never as lifeless like da… Was meant to be; the woods are idl… And birds pestering a harmless tre… And the squirrels knitting fiercel… And different people walking throu…
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…
A destiny must do nothing but wand… In doubt of ones approval and jot, All that one as done and most of What one are yet to do; And surely stride will be exposed…
The chances Of me Acquiring Success Is the same
Job is better done than undone Weeks of hard earned cash; well de… Paying to seek love; for job its s… Aftermath of it all —time is a job… Brain is a job welldone,
Goodbye You! Goodbye to the willow-land and the… Where all the tears, emotions, bre… And deep fears are all shared. Goodbye to the weary-trees, the la…
many writes poetry now, many writes about life and they wi… were not alive but when they hears… they run and leave their shoes beh… many writes about love,
I can play Different roles But there have To be no rules Or tears because
I Am not a drinker If not I would have claimed that Bottles help me write.
