UntitledSophistry suffices for sins,I don't mean anything by this. Pure anecdotes can cry,Fear, sleep, die,But, how will I,Live, carry on, fly?
CoffeeCoffee, you are a countless courier of my most exhausting days. The problem is I can't always sense your taste. So, when I have you in mug, And you haven't yet dried up,I pour more for myself out of senseless waste.
UntitledI sometimes forget,That people are smarter than they'd like to admit. But it's ok,Because there's nothing like being afraid,Of something that pulls all of my regret.
UntitledThere is no other thing that could make me scream, The way you do when you hype up that ream.A pleasant story of two lovers intertwined, Melted against a background of harmonious time. The flowers of fortune,Fall from the sky,And I, my dear, Will be left far behind.
UntitledBecause, sometimes you have to suffer,Because, it is not always the easy route, Because, life is only worth it,If you can say you chose the hard way out.