Glaring spots of light in the dark brick...
Metallic moving wheels in their mundane daily...
So true it holds to the passion in my heart,
You bring your pen, ill bring my heart...
I will never write
A typical sonnet...
Lonely, I wander,
a cloud floating over a valley...
Why is this world so arrogant?
Why are these people so ignorant...
They let us go to war,
When we can't have a bear...
Her wrath will wither the most exquisite...
She is the maker, the keeper and the reaper of all...
How is perfect defined in a
perfect world...
Smile to everyone.
A smile is infectious and can be spread a million...
I just want to write whats on my mind
Despite of what I might find...
Deny the sky deny the grass
And you accept that nothing last...
She said there is nothing like a daydream,
A striking chord to change the scene...