The drum rolling
Rolling through you
You, fix me to be done
Fix me, for I am fragile
Fix me, for I am decently vigorous
Fix me, for you steal my soul
Fix me, for you rip my innocence
Fix me, for you are my dirty pleasure
Fix me, for me to be and drive you freely
Fix me, for my desire rested upon you
Fix me, for my fingertips runs toward you
Fix me, for everything falls so damn right
Fix me for this loneliness is a creature to be dumped
Fix me before I lose control
Fix me while my dignity is still here
Fix me and I lick you down to hell
Fix me and make sure it well be done before fixing me is a damn so wrong
Fix me babe and I will be yours without a doubt
Hello Everyone! Have you heard about National Poetry Month? I guess all of you did 😉
I participated on this, see it here 🙂 I wrote this poem on my journal. Well, I always write everything first on my journal! So, here’s some teaser of my entry:
Tune and Pitch
Rhythm rhyme my heart
Read the whole poetry of “Scenery of Art“
Days Of life.
A very nice story !! Please consider to read this short story !! It won’t fail you 😉
You didn’t fall in my sun-dance
But I did in your glance
Stepping in the cliff
Hanging in the wall
Looking for a dance
That could split between
Resemblance of vain
Commotion of emotion
Connection to cope
Grave of love
we can be blurd some time
We maybe have lots of question that we want to ask! We maybe not have all the answers we want! Even things are so obscure, we tend too see the good things around us just to feed the unseen truth behind those untold story!
An empty space can fill you.
A blank page can make you think.
A wreck stairs can help you step into the top.
You can’t choose who to love
You can’t tell your heart to stop beating for someone
You can’t slave your heart to forget
We can’t master to be not emotional
The truth is, you can’t switch it off
They invade your world
They conquer you and defeated by them
Their charming personality
You’re sick of it cos,
No matter how you try to prove that
You can win over them
You always ended up saying: ‘Hey, I surrender’
Why you are crying?
They are just someone who also breath
But why you’re catching theirs to breath in?