It's a mirror without replace in a treasure, in a Golding chest, fire and love, as your pictures turns gray like yesterday summer meal,I through my mind would replace the tears and pain but time didn't turn stone age. EVery piece, every smile, every touch, every poem written, every shot of endless tears on a cold floor was a piece of my soul in empty red hall.blood to blood, days to day waiting for a missing piece to replace this dark part, heaven and hell couldn't replace your glory.

happiness in street of cool blood, like a shameful hit of an old wine ,like a jelly fish of empty remix, it life, a hit beat of passing memories of shame and pain, life or death, hit or run, that pass life of sheet pain of old friends in cool blood, killer races, but sayings goes moon never dies but life does.

it's walking on empty street like ice rose just to see my imagination in cool glass empty sheet. It's death, at late night dreams of wondering and heartbreak of life's thinking, if empty mirrors where walking street of miracles, men could have worked on it. but life a shape of empty thinking with pain like hand writing's on Earth wall with my empty mirrors 😭😭.

it just a night, as midnight turns death health, just seeing you playing my thinking, thinking life was us, not knowing the knife you place before me .as my blood pour like a empty sheet, just the dark nights, just pains, just hell of empty sheet that don't end.

Il tombe en morceaux, juste toi, une mère, essayant d’inventer des choses, ne sachant pas que les erreurs de la vie ne jouent pas sur les jeunes filles. il est rare, mais si Dieu était une femme, il aurait découvert que, la vie d’un ange était dure, comme la rose rouge, tomber dans et hors de l’amour comme la douleur la nuit. comme de vieilles chansons que vous avez prises pour acquises comme jouer à des jouets ne sachant pas que cela en vaut la peine,comme beaucoup l’ont dit que vot

He’s falling apart,just you,a mother,trying to invent things, not knowing that life’s mistakes don’t play on young girls. it is rare,but if God were a woman,he would have discovered that,the life of an angel was hard,like the red rose,fall in and out of love like pain at night. like old songs that you have taken for granted like playing toys not knowing that it is worth it,as many have said that your reward is in heaven like angels,but life,seeing differents in Eve’s story.

it me ur servant,a man,a boy,just wondering how life turns time,a motion until it's picked,it God an unknown realm,just confusion and frustration in men's heart,since we were made in ur image",just want to know if ur eyes were still seeing as the wind blow passes ur child's gateway,like a flock of empty sheet,despise the pain and angry of human.but life a plague to our sin making it hard to partway.I just hope u see this letter dear God,because ur children are something else just pain and death.

thing around u can't make a difference in ur smile and joy u brought.Just how u made me up like water in a desert an unknown source, just another piece of ur love your smile brightens up like the sun in a rainfall.Even the earth can't hold your fearless love which I can't explain how u did it.if words where songs,I would have written a thousand and one thought just to tell u how empty without u could make me feel.my sun, my love,my hope all plays down to u mum because I love u.

Time and weeks, week to years as it passes by like fall rain in a thousand years. But your face never change like flowers in morning sun, like the moon, it never change it form. It time, a reminder that tell me about those days in the rain playing, when we were all chains under our parents. Yes we played as we change; I can’t even believe how time still remembers your name. I hope time never made you forget me, as we both look at ourselves smiling with a difference in out tone.

It life, my life, what worth, as I walk down the street in cooled rains. My life checked as it want from worst to bomb like playing a cooled world war in a dry sheet. Its problems acting like a twin at night in my bedroom floor as life plays a different game with my shadow, like a cool blooded Viking in a cooled show that how life kept me empty with pains, heartbreak and failure like a man moving an unknown train in a clouded weather that My life,in a walking stage.

All I could think about was how old and painful I stand as a shadow of myself. It’s just painful memories of old and new day, days that never end. Just different thinking of what seems to be of a fool, thinking I could have the world from my bedroom, but just shout of empty sheet were all in my head. If only I could trade anything it would be my lonely nights because as my blood pound out of my head my lonely night get holed of me.

See just to my result, like an old lady with blinded eyes trying to see the future, something I couldn’t ,a Mistry of what I see. If only life was a game, I would have play a multi card in a flowing river but life a park of empty sheet with nothing in or out of it. I just hope things turn around with what I see, how my imagination had me dreaming in a dream world.

It's hell, written pieces Life games Unwanted end just hoping a story will be told of my painful sadness What life? An endless tell As it tells a different in our youth Black rose, unwanted grass Just a story to turn the soul It's memories New age Old friends Just story's of painful disperse.

Si l’amour était une drogue, je l’aurais prise Si c’était un médecin, l’hôpital serait devenu ma maison .. Tout comme perdu, l’amour reste le même.

It's up again,likes a light bulb turning Little ice to flame, a door keeper without keys Trying to get real not knowing how playful he turns down As he rocks the figure behind my head like a pop string Dangling me up and down, making the inner me weak and foolish,was it love? Or was it death? I said as the man lock inside my head dances another game As my heartbeat and my knee weak only to find out That the disease that kills before death himself Was only my emotion playing a square with me.

I’m growing, just thinking that one day age will get the best of me, it's so high, how my expectations got me loose in a deadly canal. It just one day and a month in the calendar and life playing a game of loneliness with me, as I feel the range, the pain, I wonder if my age and life where playing a prank with my soul, it just age, a number with different commotions and commutation, the higher I climb the more depress and weaken it has always been, it age a boss always expecting so much.

Its cracking is dying, but memories don’t fade, just thinking that one day the pain will melt away, feeling used, so insane, but just wounding how mess up one broken heart can mess me up.Love songs, old game, just wounding how you ate me in and out, feeling powerless when seeing your face just imagining how all my worlds and promise came down in the market place.Going through pages to pages our love kept ringing bell in my ear, but what a gap I said, as I see the distance between us, I cried .

Who do you think I am? A man in deep shadow .One that who’s face or cloth can’t be seen by anyone. A man looking for an unknown want, a giver, a killer .Like a deep drum even the oceans can’t fill it up. An unknown king, a judge one that even Zeus and Hercules Couldn’t understand the sense of his deep sense O Solomon even your wisdom was a sand grain to Match his standards or was his wisdom able to fill his cup. He came and he saw possibility that even his friends can’t see. Who do u think I am

With a close eye, an open tomb, like if I have seen the world closing down on a blood park, what a shame, what a shame, is like the dead had enough of sleep, in a cool breeze, with no light, what a shame the earth ground couldn’t contain the earth’s dead ones. I watch as they walk down the street of uk, it me trying to see the corse of the dead man I don’t know, but what did i see, a walking dead with blue eyes.

Silver and gold there place in your casket. What a shame human’s don’t understand your ash. Your bones, tell of your great sign, your power, your range. As you work the earth with no shame. Who are you? Children said as you cleans the land of Egypt, as you pledge yourself a god before men. As we watch the birds eat your flesh and the ocean drunk your blood. What a shame that your greatness ended so soon like a plague in a dry land, oh mummy, when was your days.

Dance, dance, dance to the steps of the play, as I watch your steps with different moves…. What a shame the earth sons never watch how beautiful your steps flow with the music of different wave as I watch the audience clap to your beauty oh dancing goddess….. Even the sun fell in love with your steps, your moves that even john the Baptist head was used as an adornment to your great dance, oh dancing goddess….

With sweet words of ice, with lips of Angels, u told me you love me,not knowing the wall u build behind my back, was high enough to toxicate a man. Working so hard, just to make sure u call me baby, not knowing how alone u made me feel, ur lies of sweetness, ur lies of love, love that never got to ur mind. As u let the rats throw party on me, like a test board hoping to get a live score, I thought ur words where of rose, perfect enough to melt oceans but not knowing it was all a bird of lies.

when and where did siblings bone on the same day evaporated but time always making a different between us.What a shame that you're real u left before time flee away. What a shame mum couldn't remember ur name,oh I still remember how intelligent u where, a god in human form, living up to the family name, what happened? Like wide fire I watched how ur new u cause pains and injuries to everyone. Like growing flower we just hope that one day u regain ur honor and become my one and only dear sister.

Watching the shadows just to see myself stock in the same cycle, what a man, who’s that I said as I watch him grant wishes like a God… Time flies but don’t trust a soul of an unknown warrior that in black, watching your sleep, just to make sure you die in a flank on an eyes… Many don’t know how the game plays, that hell runs the markets of Jews, but before men well understand the dark wisher, as he turns his face to the crowd, who did we see, the devil's horn…

Run sense, moving hail, hell moves, like if I watch the pigs play the card of the game, like if I feel drowning in the rain but dark days never ends… Just how bad you idiots thing that one man stock in one cycle, washing his pubic hair on the outside latrine, maybe God just show us how dark and thinkable humans mind can flow like a dark train in a ghost boost to understand that all dark days has it end, just the straight to wait and watch it end……

Hiss, who’s that? Who said knocking at the gate of heaven was a crime, as he raps his way to eve, men said Jesus death, who cares, how a long thing could eat a man in cold blood, as men hunt and be hunted by it…. It dangerous women said, it’s a sign of evil but you too forgot that something more deadly than the snakes could kill a man but it as long as a snake, the tongue…….

Friends come and go that why I beat the road because beautiful rose comes with headache but like time flies angel’s fades away.Like darkness things fall apart but life moves on, life at the Conner watching how stupidity makes himself a God but like the wise saying dark days never last and like ArrDee ‘‘ in this world you come and you go’’ same story same pics but dark day never follows, that why I put an helmet when passing the road because bad days come and go,growing flowers we always grow.

How old are thou roads o great one, how mighty are your greatness that even the heavens sing praise to your great wisdom.The milk of your breast feeds your children as it overflows with great victory.Who are thou that even Zeus dance to the song of her offspring’s, as the gods sings the praises of her children.Even history was pen down to please the neames of her children, as story tell of her mightiness, like fallen angels her children fell and rise. Oh great Rome what Misty can tell ur story.

like a beat that flow,like a man in an encoded tone that flows in different pitch.Like sweet melody that reaches the heavens a difference is it tone,its music,The missing secret that makes wave flow, it music,a man with various tones,No matter how high or dark a men’s heart is,it brings down,and its oldness makes every pitch a significant of his great wisdom.And for every string produce,touch the heart of his listeners like a mother it plays like a mirror it pushes the heart to love.

I called ur line,six times,and six nights,hoping you pick, a mirror I said,u never pick, when I told u that night at the beach where the night was up and the stars glow that I love u,u never reply, just my reflection stood in front of me, I tried and tried calling a thousand and one contacts just to help myself, but o God!!! Life pull me to a hole I never was, trying to fine attention like a pregnant woman who’s expecting a child coming,No one notice my pain like a broken glass of mirror...

A year just pass,and I can’t just stop seeing ur face on the wall,all tears in my eyes, I miss u and words can’t explain how I love u,i always imagine how u left without a word,it’s just one year and some month,I miss u mom,and as ur shadow passes by,I always remember the games we played,ur smile,ur touch and how sweet and beautiful u are,if only,I could trade anything for u, even my soul,I wound,if only u knew how my wall fall to dust, because u are my world my sunrise and sunset, I miss u.

I saw him standing beside me in a shadow.Like a man with no purpose,he cleanses d land just to make sure Mother Nature never bere forth her children.Day and night are like numbers a figure in his eyes,he see all men like dust and empty vessel that should be cleanses out.d one whose name brought forth fear in d mind of his listeners.d devil they said but even d devil we one day come to his deal to pay homage to his greatness even Mother Nature calls him by his first name oh! Death how old are u.

Life a beautiful mess like river it flows, like beautiful flowers you can't predate it growth. Peaceable it can be like morning due, but sometimes darker than you think, like a man playing a ball you don't know where it we hint, like fire it teaches us, like fire it cut down anything, like a wine it always drunk, he speers no gifts to anyone, it's life a mother that cry at night to it children, oh, oh life!!!.