Today i was told to make a diary
Signs and symptoms of a dying dove
Pains and hives, makes me barmy
Wondering what i have,and what i strove
I wrote every day and every line
Thoughts and feelings i paste on a paper
Drops of ink,tears of mine
Continue to write,i won't hover
Mom and Dad keep in silent
Showing their great tact of a heartless folks
Putting their smile,pretend it,is their talent
Deep down in my heart,i know they don't joke
Family gathered on a delightful dinner
Laugh and smile,they've hogged
I stared,I glanced and I treasured
It's rare,air of blissful covered by fog
Lay on the bed as i thought
Will my blood flows normally?
Snow White poisoned and she fought
Thought that god has chosen me
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