why pain prepetual me
my spirit incurable which
refuseth to rest
they call me a lair
...
Today is your bithday
i offer love to this reality
may this day be bught like
the morning stars
...
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)
Writting
golden pen
in
hand
writting
the doubtfull
memory
no sorrow
no future
and
no saddness
yet
alone
in dark
room
writting
the thing
that
sent me
to wonderland
Butterfly that can fly should not think of himself as a bird
Butterfly that can fly should not think of himself as a bird