Its somethin that i scribbled durin ma prelab hour..................its not exactly a poem......itz just a collection of words......................n some words are missin as i couldn't find ones good enough to fill the voids...................
Even in the Rush hour of
ma heart
the only signal that ever
tends to stop its beats
is your smile
The long silence that is occasionally
broken by the breath of warmness
Words find themselves to be strangers
in this conversation
Nothin is more blissful than thy expressions
which is soaked in the colours of..................
Ma eyes can't seem to stop searchin
and neither does the heart agree
I find maself lost in the cradle of
patience
When your face is red as ............
I never was to be the same person i am not
for someone i love.
The world may condemn me into darkness
laughin at ma memories
but they may never know the
essence until they experience
it all by them self
Rare being in love more rarer being
in that position
for i just dream on
let ma heart search
The secret i never know
for i may never find............................
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