Happiness is an immature man.
he comes often around, promising...

The pen trembled
in my hand, he feared...

This lust for life
of mine...

To only talk in metaphors
would be like giving a voice...

They are nights
I still wake up...

Some women
rise,fall and rise again...

CUPID IS STUPID OK.
OK...

It was never her use
of big words...

I know it is not gonna sound like it,
but this truly is a love poem...

I've been brought up
to believe, that one must...

I poured so much
audacity into my...

I am nineteen.
my grammar is...