Poetry

There was a time still that you weren’t such a bad man and still here…

I wasn’t your muse just a fragment in disguise i’ll be your best friend

trying to make it found that you’ll surely fake it you only want me.

This knife stings sometimes wond’ring if life is best dead I know I love you.

First born is your man I knew you could do it back then Prayers cuz…

you have so much love it wasn’t cold in your arms i wish you were…

when you find the blue do you find me too, lover? the depth belongs to…

i was wishing you but alive is all we are blame the alcohol.

So here we are, I was trying to talk to you but you always have…

We were at once all and nothing saw the man cry at something it was…