I’m no messiah to anyone’s world. I’m nothing but bones and air in the bag that you call 'Fresh'; Combined both together it gave out this figure you see. I bleed red, cry tears, break like cracked cheese, I am nobody but just a man with a pen in hands, a paper and a mind to think. Poetry is a life, a friend and a lover.
I think it's happening to me
I can't feel myself
I can't even breathe
My head is mixed up
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Much has been spoken on the fairytale earth land, but
Merely the minority has been heard by the present
The past cried loudly but people opt to not listen
Angels screamed and called but man’s ears were locked down
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What a lovely memory
What a happy time
What an enviable and real craveble day
The nice look and gorgeous face
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I need you to help me to gasp
I need you to help me to exist
I need you to tell me I’m the one
I need you to say all charming words to me
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I don’t want to be the tremendous-politician
I don’t want to be the super-religious
I don’t want be the wise of this time
I do want the world to wake up and answer
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