feel very little
dreams are brittle
create i not
words they rot.
my innards are ill
so is my will.
think tank
no prank
words
words
words
Frank,
the jar lies empty.
no thank you,
i dont drink tea.
well may be,
words crush thee.
your words
my words
words the birds
that hurt the curds.
ferment your breath
and tempt my death.
lets leave her and she
let them be
him and he.
you and me
let them free
dreams are brittle
create i not
words they rot.
my innards are ill
so is my will.
think tank
no prank
words
words
words
Frank,
the jar lies empty.
no thank you,
i dont drink tea.
well may be,
words crush thee.
your words
my words
words the birds
that hurt the curds.
ferment your breath
and tempt my death.
lets leave her and she
let them be
him and he.
you and me
let them free
It's easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song.
ReplyDeleteBut the man worth while is the one who can smile
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble and it always comes with years.
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth
Is the smile that shines through the tears.
May ur dad come back to shine & smile very soon...cheers..
Roy
thanks for your wishes roy. My dad is much better and a home now.
ReplyDeleteChamki..
ReplyDeletenice to know....all the best!!