Today is your bithday
i offer love to this reality
may this day be bught like
the morning stars
...
why pain prepetual me
my spirit incurable which
refuseth to rest
they call me a lair
...
The blissfull night
And exhusted bodies
Ported to the inn
With the offspring
...
Xaint perry poet born in 1995.. I love football watch film. I love write poems, it make me happy when i sad)
My Heart Is Dark And Cold
my heart is dark and cold
with many thought
likes a stubborn flies
that flow the corpse
into the grave
but i can not give in
my thought are sorrow
yet in night in dirty
when the darkness come
in the silent hour
if the thought has
consumes me
i will take falls
into the darkness
Butterfly that can fly should not think of himself as a bird
Butterfly that can fly should not think of himself as a bird