How can you make a curve on your face when you know Inside you is a chaos? The curve on your face giving others less burdens While nobody knows how heavy the burdens you're carrying. I wish I could carry the burdens I have as easy as how I smile to others.
I'm sad knowing that I'll be moving soon. It's more sadder when I don't know who should I tell this. I just feel like wanna **** myself for thousand times.
Come whichever way it is your choice Choose your way as you please. The ground is laid down beneath you All around smooth simply a polished circle once you're in you are covered you won’t lose.
Just as the sun never misses, is spot on! At the end of the day escapes into the dark mixes and rolls in the shadow of the moon. A light in the dark, a straight line in curve does its dance and bounce. Tests and retests the golden ratio shining at the sunrise angle.
Fat girl can, And boy, she will. Eat what she wants, Sleep around just for thrills. Fat girl should, Exercise more Inside her skin, She’s healthy, she’s sure. Fat girl might. Beat an internal fight, Your words fuel her fire, And boy, she’s alight
Art, a smile like the one on the face of Mona Lisa. Curved like the waxing moon above the sea. Light a flame before a face yet to be seen. What will it prevail, will it show once for all a slow tilt on the smiling lips —a curve softly locks on a rose from the sun, or a shadow beneath the moon?
This is a poem from my book Zero and One available on Amazon.