We are products to our past but doesn't  mean we have to live with it till we die.

Today this girl asked me how art was made

Art ?
Art comes from the heart.

I hate how *** is now ,
*** suppose to be special but people ruined it
*** is where two bodies shrieve to each other in slow motion
*** is where the lady trust you with her body
*** is where an earthquake run through a tsunami ,
*** is a sensation caused by temptation to increase population of the next generation.

A door was open in the street ,some people call it the door of heaven,others call it the door of hell
All sudden the door disappear with us it took us to a mysterious place it called the new beginning

How is it that you trying to make me look like a fool and steal my heart but the sun hasnt even rise up.
How is it you trying to **** me but you laying underground and it not even night time yet.

She preached upon breath till it argued her narrow ,she committed so many sins that nobody believe her,
Her broard was too hard that  the truth coulnd come out her mouth until proclaimed that she is a liar,
The truth never flew to the nearest ocean .
It was a coincidence that jesus will meet a disable liar .

I never hear the word i love you without being betrayed  a sudden heart break  with a flying attitude.
I never hear the word success without failing the first time but i pack all my dreams  in a bag and still  fail.