Sunday, April 05, 2015

Feeling odd about myself

there are words moving in the sky
slow enough for me to read
those has meanings, yet i wonder why
and some words echo silently in my sleep

I write those words as they keep appearing
It's the repetitive words that make me wondering
Complication of issues coming snowballing
My fingers keep words in line, rearranging

It's the blood in me
flowing down to the knee
as I bow to destiny
making life pretty

It's the love I had
which I never forget
of a girl now a lady
and we shared so many.....

Over testing of time
I still say she is mine


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