

The morning is chilly and I wish to stay in bed, But somehow I’m excited to get up for work. The birds are singing their
In all times and ages, there’s existed men,Always known for being ungrateful creatures,With a long history of not being appreciative,Yet always full of desires and
I want to say I’m crushing on you sweetheart, But baby, there’s more to it than just that. My whole system is alert at your
If someone told me my pockets would mess me up, Then I would have mended them beforehand. My back’s aching and it’s not even midnight
Is it possible to find a goddess like Hera today?Because I can swear I see one twenty feet away,Unless my dreams are messing my subconscious,And
I stand at the edge of life, madness eclipsed to my mind, I struggle to smile, to hide a bitter smitten heart, I want to
The chilly Sunday morning had my brain unorderly,Struggling with my subconscious on what to do,Contemplating on whether to go to church or skip,And later on
My dad had been my greatest inspiration,Which spearheaded my springs into action,His brains wouldn’t work bare, because normally,He wouldn’t care, and so I set my
I look at the wall, where my gray hoodie hangs,And my subconscious rips me of the peace I’ve so lived in,Bringing back the pleasant memories
I’m not going to charm you with my lines,Because you know my styles and sentences,Somehow it feels like you know what I’ll say,If it means