As if reciting a poem, I heard
A poet lamenting as he said
"Love! I wish this myth can vanish
Than to find another innocent soul to punish"
He cursed the day he met the damsel’
Blamed his heart to have fallen in love as well
"My babe, my boo", he cried
"Is this all you can
A day is coming, a day all we pretend not to care about
And death is silently coming with it, to take you out
Am not hoping, but I am certain, the time will come
When the music will play silent, except for the reapers hum
Oh, my heart beats in discard
And of terror
Shud I write my mind a bit so as to introduce myself?
Or shud I just watch nd stare lyk de books on shelf?
which z which?
I knw u cnt figure-
That I luv poetry nd every part of it is a great idea.
let de dogs back
At everythin dat seems sinister in de
I decided to spend it with the woman I adore.
Because I only met her a couple months ago;
We should cherrish our moments to the brim
Since she was, and still is the one girl of my dreams...
Times as this, was supposed to be enjoyed
But not when you are joined
By a gang