There was a land
made by Gods hand...
I feel I'm growing older
as my dark hair starts to grey...
Phone me up and threaten me
and weave your evil threats...
I knew you're for my whole life and yet we were so...
Many years past before I spoke to you again...
Pain is a force to be reckoned
It tries to steal every piece...
My mind is squeezed into lemonade
For those around to enjoy...
A big day comes again
Once a year...
A Tedious Career
Highly Expected but...
I tried to crash
through the looking glass...
It's
Covered in soap...
As the world continued to spin
around the sun in an endless...
A poet's mind is always in a daze.
Never rests in a peaceful slumber...