Just like a morning star,
like a beam of light waking you up,
I came in here, haven't said you sup,
I'm in awe how glorious you are.
Boredom is hidden in a routine
When there is nothing new,
Getting killed by time's queue
Slave of this hell for a long time you have been.
There's nothing special on a little rose,
Even though it may shine the dark face bright
So wee me trying to grow up,
Struggle to lift corners of your mouth.
So as the sun on the sky,
as the moon in the night
as they share the sky,
to share some of mine would be right.
All the people have to sleep,
And the need is soo deep,
They must follow the surrounding,
and darker it is getting,
the stronger is the feeling.
There is nothing funny about me,
So follow me, you will fall asleep.
It's well-known feeling,
Lying in a lonely bed,
without love, a mind is soo distracted
Imagine me,
with the head under the pillow,
with the tear on my cheek, ruined.
Give me some like or love,
No more sadness, blessed I will be.
Fun and peace.
It's not desperate request (maybe), I just want to introduce myself a little bit and make a fun. Yeah and its just a quick poem, sooo.
