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Some things are fun the first time you do it Not so much the next.
Budding Poets
Where Words Find Their Wings
Memories We Hold
The moonsky was a perfect ambience, For the amazing guys in my messed life,
The Crash
THE CRASH With a festive season
My Honey Jar
It all started slowly His eyes hungrily staring
Are You Still Mine?
You are the magic I can't explain, You are the code I can't decipher,
Voice From Streets
Voice From Streets Why us?
Torn Between Thoughts
He called me queen, Made me feel special,
Good Work Mr Policeman
GOOD WORK MR POLICEMAN A loveless life,
He Is No More
Guests guests and more guests All foiled up in a smile
Wars Of The Heart
When I realized that no other man could do what you did to me. Both in the way that you moved me, and the way you moved away.
Do Poets Really Love?
Once a poet fell in love, When he recalls the incidents he must laugh,
Happy Birthday My Love
From a far,you drew my attention we've known each other for a while