How i hate your dark crooked bows, The lynch of your exceeding notes Buried in your solemn voice, The way you twinkle like a white f… And the pace that you race

I will not Pretend to Read long books Because of My little

From a writer To a Reader and From a reader To a

My thoughts are All outlined with white Colour You don’t need to Worry; they are

I don’t try too hard They can’t help Enough but loosen Their shacks and Jump down from their

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 love you more than the sky would… I love you more than the star woul… I love you oddly more than the win… I love you merrily more than the f… I love you weirdly more than plant…

When change drown us deep, When red roses deceits to gain us… When bereaved our utter to reap, Myself and yourself will be mute n… Silence will repeat over and never…

Many had played this game like a c… A mouse, we once played the game b… Drained and emotionally out of dep… The game hates to differ and knows… Fight for this game and be careles…

The love I once felt was invincib… yet soothing. beyond consciousness yet understood. The simplicity of the love was ast…

I will be a father soon I am excited and by his Grace com… I will take your first step with y… Blessing the heavens for a natures… I will love and cherish your exist…

I breath through Sheets of everlasting words.

Oh God What would Do Without My hands,

I do not blend in with crowds but with might i could desperately… In a pub filled with crowds; this… and in a rave filled with parks; t… but in an open space with one and…