Forget everything that was once there Understand it is nothing to wear Constants now becoming variables Killing like animals; everyone inside.
You shalt not see my face no more originally, I thought you a bore Understand, I feel the same at the end Regrets are made, but I do not rue what I sent. Selflessness endured, for nothing more than Endless times of midground feelings, like Light without any depth, as beseeching the sea Forget you, don’t ever come back to me.
I am just simply a man who writes to express himself, nothing more. If you enjoy my poetry, please feel free to contact me if you have any feedback on it as I would love to get some. I enjoy writing and it is always good to see someone who appreciates the work.
The burial ground should not be a place of buried treasures The bodies of the deceased are all that should be found there We brought nothing into this world, and nothing should go out Blessed are we who die in
If right hand is unfit for the mouse it can be the left. The mouse is made ready for this adjustment. Both right and left fingers play well on the keyboard and the mind over the screen. Thoughts can still