At Night...
when dark would
utter bout my fears..
and when my beats stops,
Will u be my Spark?
To guard me out through the fear.
At Day...
when life would
be numb due to..
memories so alive,
Will u be my Charm?
To absorb the bitterness
of my Life.
At Home,
when the walls will
remind me of ur face...
holds the image of urs,
Will u be my Wish?
To help me grant a moment with u.
At Death,
when my soul will
heed for ur name...
and my tears will be dry,
Will u be my Bed?
To help me sleep peacefully ever.
Rather,
Again at Night when
dark talks bout fear...
I'll discover u in words
and enfold in my rhymes
to utter u million times...
without asking u,
Will u be my Poem?
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
At Night...
when dark would
utter bout my fears..
and when my beats stops,
Will u be my Spark?
To guard me out through the fear.
At Day...
when life would
be numb due to..
memories so alive,
Will u be my Charm?
To absorb the bitterness
of my Life.
At Home,
when the walls will
remind me of ur face...
holds the image of urs,
Will u be my Wish?
To help me grant a moment with u.
At Death,
when my soul will
heed for ur name...
and my tears will be dry,
Will u be my Bed?
To help me sleep peacefully ever.
Rather,
Again at Night when
dark talks bout fear...
I'll discover u in words
and enfold in my rhymes
to utter u million times...
without asking u,
Will u be my Poem?
