Transparent water bottles
smell of fresh books...
Here?
Hurricanes, heavy rain and cold...
Smiles unlimited
showers of genuine love...
I saw you as soon as I arrived
sitting across the room...
the undying and the unknown
come together as a massacre...
you said the jewels on skin
were a deep seated desire...
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes |
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned |
Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long? |