Contein writting is my pation.
A girl needs her daddy, to adore her, and to show her how to be cherished. A little girl needs her daddy, to be there,
By Puzan Bhandari2 years ago in Poets
Endeavoring to not be scorched by our timberland fire, Truth won't liberate us. It bothers at the temperance shrouded in a craving
Drifting around in a maritime belly. Some so somewhere down in the fluid burial place. Independently imperceptible to the unaided eye.
I never trust this mirror. Over in the dark corner, It always shows me horror. When the moon hits the sky, There is no sound, not even a cry.
I'm MESSED up! Not the equivalent I Don't know who I became Feel like I'm INSANE! Try not to need to whine I F*CKED up, F*CKED my life up
I preach to you For I believe I have truly seen heaven Not in a place as you may think But in my everyday life I’ve seen the light
There she was..a girl with crystal eyes like the blue sky. Red hair so thick yet fine. I see her energy like transparency.
I’ve often heard return to your roots. Remember why you starting writing in the first place. So I took their advice.
I never found religion in a church or a book, because I could never seem to fully grasp onto what they said; I could never hold the pages up to the light and label them as my truth.
I do not care about the color of your hair Nor your eyes Nor your skin You can practice teetotalism Or like your tonic with extra gin