Running thoughts like water
Is flowing off my fingers,
It taste sweet like a candy cane of Santa’s sack.
My pen bleeds sugar
And I know it’s all because of your smile,
I’ve wrote poetry even without a rhyme.
My palm releases warmness,
I’ve written words from my lips
As remembering your sweet embrace.
If only I could dance,
I would love to do that
But all I do is to write with a pen on my hand.
My mind is singing lively
While hugging your gift Teddy
In the middle of the night while everyone’s asleep.
In my blank notes under my lampshades,
I am writing a poem for you,
A poem talking about your greatness.
I have lots of masterpieces in my pocket,
All thanks to you as my fuel,
I’ve written books because of you and only you.
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 1:24 PM UTC
Running thoughts like water
Is flowing off my fingers,
It taste sweet like a candy cane of Santa’s sack.
My pen bleeds sugar
And I know it’s all because of your smile,
I’ve wrote poetry even without a rhyme.
My palm releases warmness,
I’ve written words from my lips
As remembering your sweet embrace.
If only I could dance,
I would love to do that
But all I do is to write with a pen on my hand.
My mind is singing lively
While hugging your gift Teddy
In the middle of the night while everyone’s asleep.
In my blank notes under my lampshades,
I am writing a poem for you,
A poem talking about your greatness.
I have lots of masterpieces in my pocket,
All thanks to you as my fuel,
I’ve written books because of you and only you.
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