I lay in bed, I turn left, right, It's 11 pm. I turn left and right, I wash my face, It's 12 am. I wash my face, I burst into tears, It's 1 am. I burst into tears, I cry, cry, It's 2 am. I cry and cry, I cry myself to sleep, It's 3 am.
This is why I don't share my opinions- They won't listen. They think I'm strange. They think that they're always right. They make me feel guilty even though I didn't do anything wrong. But still, I won't stop.
You put the blame, spoilt my name. I was surrounded with the people who hate, but still, I had my fate that you would come talk love me like you did before. Therefore, You never did.
Poetry connects with a paper, A paper connects with a pen, A pen connects with the mind, The mind connects with the soul, The soul connects with the heart.
a man who never cheats a man who never blames a man who never criticizes a man who will understand a man who lets her free a man who is trustworthy a man with pure emotions a man who never leaves a man of her dreams was all she imagined of...
Anacondas and vipers are the serious biters. Cobras and mambas can create deadly dramas. Garden snakes and kingsnakes tooth marks still ache. Be cautious or else you'll end up being nauseous.
Just wrote a quick poem to create awareness about how deadly snakes could be.