Such a great thing, don't see often
Yes, the thing he 'o' she
Out in the grand bizarre homestead
Sharing thoughts with one who's worth
Snarling with rattles as the tales unfold
Snarl only not, is felicitous though
revelations up until satiation
For the note deserving a take.
Over the dawn was it
Yes the 'it' he 'o' she
jubilation of the highest order.
luring the it for a talk
Serenity broken and fauna serenaded
whisper in its ears,
the coin of appraisal with respect to self.
It believed it 'o' no
yet the fact unknown
yes the lies ofcourse,
not obvious to it, i suppose
oh my god my lust my desire
off the shore to make an impression
off my brains falling to guilt's oppression.
It gave its hands,I took them as not just hands
gone with the thoughts that ripped my corns
for the person how ungrateful i am
wasn’t for the trust put forth
state of having committed offense
is the point of sun's egress out into blue
blue is sea and the sky is blue
and the minnow conceives what blue is of course.
To run deep wild in the fall-a little wild.
Sometimes i join them for a day or two
And see old friends i somehow can't get near to.
it always coerces me to get along
and curses for not abiding by
not me certainly a programmed bot i assure
for i have mind seizures reminding me of curse
lay upon me by the super being
explicated by a reason too embarrassing to untwine
A turn on a day out of the box
may ultimately turn the twine
to reveal the world inside me
that could leave me cremated for lives to come.
It is always alongside, cheering me up
giving a sense of pride and a film of remorse
a bargain between friendship and else
perfectionist not for sure i am
a task only be perfected by a scintillating diplomat.
I dint make it know how glad i was
promised myself to get down some day
look at the life it lived..i dont know
cant express my feelings anymore
always feel like raising my voice and raise my hand
i cannot i cannot and i cannot
has anyone ever felt so before, oh! no..only me
snow flurries and threatening storm out of doors
causing the sweat upon my throat slid down to my chest
giving pounding heart a sense of tingle
not a sigh of relief i am afraid.
Stun
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