You make the times of the day rhyme
Singles of whatever ticking in fervor
And if I want to be in the seas of keys
Then my roads shall awkwardly deliver
And here are my stops in candy dew drops
Deadlines of shortlines all breeding
To find the kind of all mine
Again, looks can be deceiving
I can seem weightless, flying fearless
In admiration of fouls of black street hours
Where all the migraines poke all the painstakes
But I really want to find the sweetness in all the sours
Were it what it was and what it would be
I want everything, regardless
And if the light’s colors won’t make my rainbow
I want to be left protected and defenseless
And here are my stops in candy dew drops
Deadlines of shortlines all breeding
To find the kind of all mine
Again, looks can be deceiving
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5 comments:
stop.
just stop.
Does testoserone-filled idiots chasing a ball ring a bell?
:-P
"I can seem weightless, flying fearless
In admiration of fouls of black street hours"
you have a very special way of writing!!
this is so amazing! you are very good,
you should write more and more!
all the best,
Asad al nimr .
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Thanks alot. That first line is one of my favorites.
I appreciate the support, I like your blog as well. :)
sorry ana mosh fahem eshy
l2anha moshkelty 2na
alhzeen
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