Poems from MiguelBranchez
L ivingO verV ividE lses
The truth is there is no truth,we search for answers when there is no proof,the lie is, everything,why seek the fall when it is spring....
All i do is tryI try when i writeI write until i cryI write until there are mo tears left inside my eyeSo what is the real reason why...
Can i drift away in your silhouette?or just stare consciously at the road aheadfor technique is lucrative in the battlebut whats a battle...