To Our Fathers
I keep my fingers on the pulse, For he is worth it ,
Budding Poets
Where Words Find Their Wings
Broken
She was sad, She was changed,
Broken
She was sad, She was changed,
One More Smile (for Chanya)
Chanya, full of positivity, just as your name, With an ever warm smile that lights up moments,
Why The Bird Sings
Early each morn, He parts his beak to let out a melody not of mourn,
Undo Me
Untouch me I still feel the touches of your warm hands on my tender skin
Undo Me
Untouch me I still feel the touches of your warm hands on my tender skin
Days To Your Life
She was broken... Sadness on her face, She was crushing... the pain was too much
I Need To Wish
I am longing for a dandelion, A dandelion in motion for me to grasp
9 Month Contract.
You have no idea, Easier to make an artistic orientation,
Untold
Blow off smoke from your lips, Feel the taste of the pain burning down your throat,
I Write For Anabelle
I'm about to faff about , But my ego won't allow