Are your words sweeter than honey?
A loving faith must lie upon a sentence like hers and a poem willing like hers must decide sweet trouble words?Must she be so generous and kind that she gives,not takes a leap to ask for a money ridden world.They had no dying stems as they wished to live in courage.There were no layers of him in it,as she loves her saree draping to the level.The love leaps are the ones that know his love and leaving.His loved coloured checks were a famous city and two tropey babies that snatched fate.He was a God culminating lived life and well hops that disturbed faith and soil.Her growth was a levelled half torn in two.Her faiths sunk in two.Her wrist lying in two.Must God be a lovelier thought?A lovely thought asked you why to eat and love in half kingdoms.Her faith was duly folly holly.Her love was an embedded deep soil.He came to knew an experimental God was high and above all knew no coming.He was death.He was a lying dying faith through which we swept on arms and ate a living wrist.A living wrong was that she slept.She slept a few hours to wake him up and lie every thought.He lied in hell and the honey wound was a famous lie eaten by two.A blessed deity was a gorgeous gone lie that people love.A heaven was waking when she lied.She lied when he dies.Her grandmother taunted her being a late born.A heaven in gorgeous lie was that he was stubbornly categorised hate pan that stub in her walls.I was worshiping a lying deity.An expression of faith is that summoning faith with purer ones was a quick sand amount of soil.He had it coming as he ate faith to answer himself?Where is fate?How will I be him?How will I be a human?How will I be a drowned human?How will be a seduced enclave?How will I charge him for what he has done to my faith?How are sweet lies eating me up?How are my faith quotients asking me a sweet tour of my mind?How is it that I give no courage to sleepy seems.How are lies a faithful chasms of liars.You are half in it or not.You are halved or not.You are life or not.You are baned or not.You are disturbed once your madness becomes your will.Your love becomes your standing.There are no checks of famous lies.If you focused on a mad lie,will it become true?A feeling of change is required to occupy fate? A fately assumer was that lies were her independent canes of baned.They were honest exiles of my own mind.
‘How I kill
Life is Asian lurk of an arena mar, thought of thighs of seeing girls like me, I rape everyday he says, I kill him from the lith of intelligence in the sinking sun Sauba.
Sauna.
