Poems from RPrado
Every night...
Senses show smite;
Cut Clean Clever Closure.
I dare you to drive down dusk demise...
yet nobody knows the prize!
A mite...
What is love?
In my understanding is:
The movement and manipulation of the eyes that controls the breathing per second.
Follows the smile...
To own nothing but words.
To give everything-
to get nothing.
Ending something-
to have nothing.
In the end,
that is everything.
Surprising how easy I fall,
but more surprising how easy and swiftly I take them down with me.
Different perspectives everywhere I go.
Not...
Stupitity done intentionally with well execution in the joke makes me laugh.
Stupitity done unintentionally, and get hurt, is funny....