When I am young
My mum be proud of me
As I grew up with vision dreams
Who knows the source?
Soon, As the foliage grow
I travel aloof out my court
Verisimilitude of life forced my knee down
The adonis pulchritude grows brown
Infact, the worsen was the sore in my heart
I had gone to buy the luxurious flowers
Beeping the tone of a pinky hue
So cool with its adinfinitum scents
But the vessel I want to plant it
Has been won by another arms
Hairy arms! Yank holding it firm
It is wasted! All my chances
I wish it a luminous glazing forever
While in his arms, You dance
Don't fall, else you break
I rejig the flower to my physician
As a ransom to heal my wound
St. Ylexinho
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
When I am young
My mum be proud of me
As I grew up with vision dreams
Who knows the source?
Soon, As the foliage grow
I travel aloof out my court
Verisimilitude of life forced my knee down
The adonis pulchritude grows brown
Infact, the worsen was the sore in my heart
I had gone to buy the luxurious flowers
Beeping the tone of a pinky hue
So cool with its adinfinitum scents
But the vessel I want to plant it
Has been won by another arms
Hairy arms! Yank holding it firm
It is wasted! All my chances
I wish it a luminous glazing forever
While in his arms, You dance
Don't fall, else you break
I rejig the flower to my physician
As a ransom to heal my wound
St. Ylexinho
(A poem 4 pple who fall victim of chasing their wants. Although life has denied ur effort but stand up tall, for the quest continue as long as you live. Better days are ahead! It will end in praise)