I can't help it If I make mistakes while commenting People shouldn't be selfish Rude Ignorant I suffer from arthritis in my hands They have swollen up like balloons I am Human after all Stop putting me down Look at your own short comings Before you make harsh judgements .
Once upon a time I believed in love In fate and blessings From the angels above I believed in kisses In long talks forever In two happy lovers Never to sever I believed I'd find you I hoped for what I'd seen On pages of stories And dancing on the screen Once upon a time I believed in us But fairytales deceived me As dreams withered to dust
Why is it that being childish is always discouraged why can't people embrace the child inside them why can't people just see the magic around them like a child does why can't people love a the little things of this world
Papa used to tell me about the gentle one. They whose its word could be grasp and its action could be inspire, a gentleman it is. To aware of what they do and did, speak and spoken, take and taken.
For what I sip, and what I sink, the antithesis blowed up like the truth that been spilled and becoming a cloudy paradox of his spoken lullaby. To finally stepping on the ground and aware of a little man I held, but certainly let go.
please, do not re-upload and hello from me, a new born kid inside this mystical world of words. kindly share me your point of view, with love, self.
The mirage of the naive sunsets dawns upon me as the debts of an unknown world presents the swirled twists that lured the mature to manifest its charm to endure the gnarly waves of emotions, the winds of commotions, the thunders of freedom for executing the wisdom.
The veils of innocence revealed my ignorance, that remained hidden as I explored the forbidden. The roots remain nurtured, for I shouldn't get weathered in the calamities of the times, that may wipe off smiles.