Holidays and thought t'was fun,
perhaps so alas fun does not last.
sleeping in to too late an hour,
dreaming,thinking o my darling.
Im Looking boredom straight in the face,
thy heart beats too fast a pace.
twitches takes form a piece,
fragments break,drop to peace.
Oh my darling whom thy dearly miss,
awaiting thou sweetness resembles your kiss.
only to see thee are t'is,
all these in my most want to do list.
Want to see the pretty dame,
alas all my efforts are in vain.
Serenely,swiftly in thy name,
Missing, obliged its all the same.
On the death date am back,
To compose more from the sack.
Mental abitlity and skill is what thy lack,
Relaxing, dreaming, on the deck.
Legs running, on the move,
Water collects in the groove.
A sturdy and firm such a tooth,
Such, overhwhelming sounds on the roof.
Standing, lazily under the sun,
seeing this, puts it more a ton.
Lately, right hand is almost undone,
with the stress its on,well all for fun.
WOW!! never knew i could compose poems until quite lately.. i too found out i could sing... OMIGISH, SHOCKING...!! i can sing and compose poems.. i hated singing and poems until now, but i could do those things which i hated somehow..Yaya i will continue again next time, this is only for me to understand, bet you dont..
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