I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
SEVEN... seven good long years spells the teenage era A period, a stage, a transition This is the point where decisions are made
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
We all have that memory lane we hate to go down to But for some reason we happen to miss the lane too How hard is it to accept a loss?
And so I see myself lifted up in the spirit Taken far back to the event that changed history On this hill, though thought to be deserted
Nature did bring forth a lot of wonderful things Birds, flowers, men, women, queen and kings But of all these things, there was an ultimate creation
Love is the best feeling in this world Finding the right person makes you feel so safe Let me tell you a story of how love feels
I stand on a beach, made of pink sands I bend down to pick such beauty with my hands As I stand up. I see this figure, a lady
What the hell is love? How do you define it? Does it come only in summer, winter or maybe spring? I was once a peaceful city
There are some feelings one can't express It makes me to believe that joy comes in distress I have an event to attend, a promise I must uphold
This day would probably remain in my memoir For I was weak, to even lift a single finger But then I get the oppurtunity, an amazing one
Tried to run away, but to no avail Pushed right back, into this poetry lane I stand in the valley, of flowing rainbow-colored river
Peace, serenity and joy, so much joy than I can remember Ever since the day I met you I knew you'll be the one to say I do
Mother nature, the greatest gift bestowed on man We, your children have caused you nothing but sorrow, time after time Rough-handled all your precious gifts and committed hideous crimes
