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bylla Feb 2015
slide slide look at that old slow snail
mentioned a worm on a fat pig's tail
i got a story it ain't fairytale
just a wife who's drunk from humming ale

moo moo what an ugly cow
mentioned a blood sucker on a hairy chow
calumnies marked to stick in one's craw
i guess no mirrors left in her walls

911 whats your emergency
police officer, its the security
an eye for an eye as my plea
not another cinderella story

a cage she said she was in for weeks 33
but i've never felt so **** free
i wonder if it's possible to steal prisoner's key
or my back to hurt the weapon she buried with

a year or two should be cool
the prize to lose a stubborn fool
i truly am an impatient sue
but who doesn't enjoy a buffoon

a year or two should be cool
as i sit on this old stool
a show has never been so delightful
drunk wife almost drown in her own pool

dance drunk wife , dance
dance foolishly
dance drunk wife , dance
a return for my insanity
- Bylla Ahmad
bylla Feb 2015
crown was placed over a mundane,
feed and feed till our last cents,
back and forth in that big gold plane,
all hail the king who has gone insane
- Bylla Ahmad
bylla Dec 2014
i woke up today with a beautiful melody
sang by you in a shape of poetry
you smiled at me oh so gently
you sure know how to make me crazy

sewed by your love and sincerity
you are my destiny
my oasis of serenity
with you i’ll always be
- Bylla Ahmad
bylla Dec 2014
the thinnest skin chose the sharpest swords,
to be seen as a courage in his sturdy fort,
his skins were cut for each step forward,
attacking 'the other' back and forth

he always felt the world is against
loving himself he forgot to begin
but you must get up, try again
for this is certainly not the end
- Bylla Ahmad
bylla Nov 2014
clinging onto a breakable thread
an intervention seen as a threat
meaning of love was shred
now you are feeling dead

his smile coming into
still looking divine
bleeding skins everything's fine
what is left to define
for a star that lost her shine

a shield was built
expecting his charm
a token for that man-at-arms
like a bullet for a gun
that he has been using just for fun
- Bylla Ahmad
bylla Nov 2014
same old raunchy jokes
same old prates
same old habits
got your soul decayed

same old talk
you talk big game
spitting names to keep you sane

courage you speak
to those you fake
forget you not
so much for my sake

boo hoo you
boo hoo fake
boo hoo sacrifices
you said you make

all i get was ***** you've thrown
my name you spread
still claimed you mourn

so much love so much you make
so much bond from the names you scrape

it doesn't take long karma's taking place
you're falling now but you're still not awake
your own mind that you need to face
you are now your own disgrace

now you left with no clue
not even one person
not even one name
not even one soul bothers to save you
don't look at them look at you

that is the kind of love that you create
the joke now is on **you
- Bylla Ahmad
bylla Nov 2014
tears were shed when he sees her fall,
whether she cares or not at all

smile is carved when he sees her safe,
praying for lessons to be engraved

hands were lend when he sees her stumbled,
a war with her men she often surrendered

what is love as she mumbled,
he kissed her forehead leaving her wondered

hoping one day he got her enraptured
- Bylla Ahmad
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