I am a poet and writer if you didn’t know me well I am a poet and writer if you didn’t know me well

For what I was and still am wont to be, I have no one to thank for setting free For what I was and still am wont to be, I have no one to thank for setting fr...

And push their tired legs up distant hills... And push their tired legs up distant hills...

Coming down the stairs Wearing nothing but my skin. Coming down the stairs Wearing nothing but my skin.

I will sing you a song, That only you can hear… I will sing you a song, That only you can hear…

Showing the world of writer through the eye of poem. This is all about this poem. Showing the world of writer through the eye of poem. This is all about this poem...