poetry

  • Under The Grave, We're All The Same

    What is a man's worth..?
    Is it how much money he makes in a day?
    Is it how famous he is on this Earth?
    Maybe it's how heavy his cars weigh..?
     

  • Untitled

    sunday summer day
    times of changes upon
    world ahead of time

  • What it is to be mute

    Souls set alight by the softest of sparks
    Fumbling through the darkness 
    They meet at their lowest 
    Friends until daybreak and so much more
    For when I am with you I can soar
    Although it is but an easy life 
    The spark remains throughout it all 
    A gentle smile imprinted on my soul

  • You

    “The day I set my eyes on you
    I could hardly see the previous agony
    Through imagination,
    You, just you,

  • You

    lol I remember the day i met you 
    I didn't know what to say 
    And every time we spoke 
    It felt You took my breath away
     
    Time passed everyday 
    And you were almost in it all the way 
    And when i would be in pain 
    You'd say it'll be ok
     
    Your sweet soft smile 
    And your gazing brown eyes 
    Would want me to fly 
     up high in the sky 
     

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