Wednesday, May 20, 2009

bed time=bored time

i try to kill my time .
i found my self alone and suck
i try to spark
i found gloomy as my dark
i try to make a poem
i am stuck with words
i try to move on
but, i have to waiting my turn

i try to kill my time
and minds as scramble as i am
i take a breathe
but the air was hard to heal

i try to follow my dream
but i found a winding way to get there

i don't even know,
what i've wrote
like a drunk
i speak nothing
and no meaning


happy
or sadness
smile like cry
cry but smile

like joker and his father
cuts his mouth
so he could smiling
so he could play his words
so he could play this world

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