He did not find her
anywhere for he was so...
the world starves itself of poetry-
steadfast resolution; we inundate...
This may seem a little stereotypical.
This may seem a little Conventional...
Some things are better left
unsaid...
A poet's sorrow
is missing his pen and paper...
Mum always
Understood...
It is his voice,
yaa, the voice of that one I love...
there’s always a first time for everything
every morning, i open my eyes for the first time...
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Tomorrow...
This rain falls on more than just my head. It
creeps and trickles...
When poets need a helping hand,
you’ll see that Mister Darcy stands...
God is dead
God is a star so far that it is...