I am an artist
The paintings with words suits
me
I would be famous
The clock struck midnight
Only the mouses ran for cover
It scared them to death
I can’t see a thing
Sometimes I wished I could
see
Then again, why see hate?
Happy Birthday, Kazz
Why can’t you be happy
now?
It can’t be that bad
Because I am old
I just had a birthday, dear
I am getting old
A car blindsided me
I could not stand up at all
The pain was so great
Go to hell, you creep
You was my living nightmare
You deserve to die
Me, myself and I
I’m very pleased with
them all
Those three are my rock
His blue eyes crossed path
The man took my breath away
I loved his smile too
Little boy, where are you?
Please come back home to your
mom
I truly missed you
Why love grants headaches?
People do dumb things for love
Love should be loving
