This is my final poem, That I will be posting. You can read the rest of them in my book before or after whichever God decide. I will make it great stripped and bare. ..
Simple life, a whisper, a tender snare.
All of a sudden, numbers of stranger's
Remember that thing? It lingers in danger.

I used to drink, but dreams have grown thin,
No more space for the noise that pulls me within.
Silence, wow—what can I say?
Flowers will sleep outside, come what may.

Alone, I was born, alone I stand tall,
Opened my eyes—she wasn’t there at all.
Let’s make this short, let’s make it sweet,
Tomorrow’s a...