Sunday, November 16, 2014
Monday, August 13, 2012
YOU KNOW I'LL BE
You know
i'll be your bed
when you are red
and overlooked like an unintelligent nerd
I’ll be your bed
You know
i’ll be your sweetheart,
when everyone sees you as a sweating rat
I’ll be your sweetheart
I'll be your cradle
on whom you lay the candle of your burdens
I shall surely bundle away all your bundle of stress
and rekindle the light and right of your happiness
I’ll be your cradle
I'll be your strong fellow
Because you make my life smell like a polo perfume
I'll be your rainbow,
when darkness block you with its fat elbow to put you in drabness
I’ll be your rainbow
I'll be your rain,
to render all your pain useless
I'll be your sugar-cane,
to cane away your fears and tears
and make your bitter-weep feelings,
better-sweet
I'll be your train,
that will surely be out their waiting for you and only you,
after the hash rain.
I’ll be your train
I HATE GOODBYES
Once in a gold-sky,
the stars wore golden hats,
decorated with gold of pleasure
We looked up to it
and spread our golden wishes on its golden mats
We acted golden wedding,
all around the night,
like golden rats in love
We invited the golden moon as a guest of honour,
and we waved our golden feelings and golden ambitions around its magical face
which was full of golden and gladden moods
It felt so high and speedy
like we were high on golden weed
We got drowsy in love,
kissed and slept nude
But nothing happened
This felt rosy
But Today,
You boldly say goodbye
and let our kisses drown in feces
And neglect our love to stroll alone in the garden of toughness
But still,
my heart is fully willing,
but your feeling is fully killing my heart
This sometimes makes
my affection fold its love
and take a curve, where it could lay it's weeping soul
For your sudden gloominess of love,
has made my love, nomadic
and has rumpled the rest failures of love to come
I wish you the best,
and you are always welcome
Although, you are a humble beast
But still the shiniest thing that has happened to me
So I can't say goodbye...
TALES OF LOVE
Rusty people,
tell tales of lust and lost love
Crusty people,
tell tales of cursed and crushed love
they title their tale in scrap feeling,
naming it ‘ the funeral of love’
Hasty people,
tell tales of hussy and lousy love
this is because they can't afford to buy the seeds of love,
pocket love away,
or rocket away, greedily with love
Cushy people,
tell tales of love in general
While those who are genuinely lusty in love,
excite excessive feeling,
lack words,
and have heart blindness in directions on where to go,
This is because their hearts always lie where their love lay.
Others perhaps, float in love,
channel their love and heart in the chapel of silence and fear
while they trade with envy and heavy duty conscience,
This drowns them in love,
never to afloat
Often times,
Those who truly bargain and gain from love, are those who;
shun pretension modesty,
shun pretension care,
and most importantly;
those who do not annoyingly use their eyes and plastering behavior to attract the attention of a lover
They always win the wings of love
Love is a powerful shadow
It bows only to those who spray adorable fragrance,
known as, 'be yourself'
Love never inhales the flames of awkwardness
nor admire those who shift a bit from who they really are
So in other to wake true love
and breath in the fragrance of true love,
you also have to be watchful and thoughtful,
on trying so hard to be yourself
TALES OF LOVE
Rusty people,
tell tales of lust and lost love
Crusty people,
tell tales of cursed and crushed love
they title their tale in scrap feeling,
naming it ‘ the funeral of love’
Hasty people,
tell tales of hussy and lousy love
this is because they can't afford to buy the seeds of love,
pocket love away,
or rocket away, greedily with love
Cushy people,
tell tales of love in general
While those who are genuinely lusty in love,
excite excessive feeling,
lack words,
and have heart blindness in directions on where to go,
This is because their hearts always lie where their love lay.
Others perhaps, float in love,
channel their love and heart in the chapel of silence and fear
while they trade with envy and heavy duty conscience,
This drowns them in love,
never to afloat
Often times,
Those who truly bargain and gain from love, are those who;
shun pretension modesty,
shun pretension care,
and most importantly;
those who do not annoyingly use their eyes and plastering behavior to attract the attention of a lover
They always win the wings of love
Love is a powerful shadow
It bows only to those who spray adorable fragrance,
known as, 'be yourself'
Love never inhales the flames of awkwardness
nor admire those who shift a bit from who they really are
So in other to wake true love
and breath in the fragrance of true love,
you also have to be watchful and thoughtful,
on trying so hard to be yourself
YES! THEY FROWN AND CLOWN
Yes!
they all frown and clown to know that
you are the crown that makes the gown of my happiness longer
this makes my soul itch in love,
when you are with me,
not with me,
and forever with me
Yes!
they all frown and clown to know that
you are the speedometer of my heart
and that you are always right in between the cabinet of my chest
Yes!
I am now crowned and gowned up,
to know that,
she simply makes my heart gracefully dance and glance happily at those who think that I am a fool in love
Yes!
Let them frown and clown on
with their thorny crowns of ignorance
For all I know and row in
is that she is my lord of admiration
and I love her supremely delicately
for she is always there for little me
So let them frown and clown on
YES! THEY FROWN AND CLOWN
Yes!
they all frown and clown to know that
you are the crown that makes the gown of my happiness longer
this makes my soul itch in love,
when you are with me,
not with me,
and forever with me
Yes!
they all frown and clown to know that
you are the speedometer of my heart
and that you are always right in between the cabinet of my chest
Yes!
I am now crowned and gowned up,
to know that,
she simply makes my heart gracefully dance and glance happily at those who think that I am a fool in love
Yes!
Let them frown and clown on
with their thorny crowns of ignorance
For all I know and row in
is that she is my lord of admiration
and I love her supremely delicately
for she is always there for little me
So let them frown and clown on
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