The Lost Writer

Quick update. I might be having something in the works for you guys. It might take long time from now on till I can show you but be patient ❤

You could not kiss me

Breathing the air after you almost choked me to death is always satisfying

You are not what the teachers are saying. The mistakes does not describe you. You are not them. You are obviously better.  Get in there and show them

I am installing the hope that you stole

My star, that is blinding in the sky at night.

The aching pain was pumping the through your heart. It made it end you

I hear no figure Dem to hear me Could make me feel like concrete But you could me an urn To breathe the air As to talk to me is not the same I cannot be the next heir For I dunot see the queens aim Me is talking to make a living You are harassing me for my divided life I cant see you point But I do sure hear it in my loins I do use the language But not without your threat I am my mothers tongue  But yet for you i will be your next to eat.

I'm a craft from hell. Watch me bring hell

Some people get joy and happiness in life. Then there is people like us who has to find happiness in the small things to make life work

If it means that I love you if I let you go..

Let's dance like in a fairytale