When being idle becomes idolatry
I recoil rapidly into my poetic oratory...
Whispering softly
into your ear as I cry...
Sometimes I need 5 minutes
Just to close my eyes...
A father is a parent,apparently so.
lovingly planting the seed and watching it grow...
Be friend with someone,
Is everything to me...
I wake up in the morning,
instantly wishing the sun will shine down on your...
So with the quiet night resting down softly upon...
Shut eye hoping to reach a distant land...
The unreturnable physical disc of psychoness,
With that gone, not only have you taken away my...
Stepping suddenly of those wicked images,
Destroying and burning my eyes to this very day...
THE PHONE CALL
Sometimes life deals you a blow...
Trust i sow
love i grow...
Friendship is bliss,
That happened to me...