Love

The eyes that do not see The game that everyone plays The annoying transparent thing So hard to grasp We are much more weaker Than those who have lesser We struggle For that invisible satisfying conclusion A mark that leaves an indefinite stain Good or bad You give You take You win You lose You love Advertisements

All that gliste…

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms enfold. Had you been as wise as bold, Young in limbs, in judgement old Your answer had not been inscroll’d Fare you well, your suit is cold. […]