#peck
She was flying
The crows were flying
They were so hunger
Or they wanted to hunter
They chased her faster
Like a cat chased the fatter
Rabbit and he finally screamer
From losing hope or failure
As the man wanted to work
He was off by the manger
All west and east were narrower
He lost his aim
Until he found a plane
A sign from the heaven
Do not fill at swirl
They were chasing
One was catching
And flying with her
She was screaming
Help, help, no one was answering
She was discovering
The help was not being
Gained except by the using
Your inner force that will be the gaining
Suddenly, she was not fearing
Suddenly she was converting
As the huge monster appearing
She attacked the nearest
She was pecking
His eye was hurting
With one of her wing
She was aiming at another thing
She was aiming to his long
Tail, and going to his eye
He was downing to the land
She was doing for every one
Until she was downing fast
She was founding a land
In t, she was looking at vent
She was entering
While his owner "rabbit" was running
She was crossing
With many, many rocket, she was carrying
She was throwing at them
They thought she became a wild
They were escaped
There is no failure
Failure is gained
It is the hanger
Of our looser
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
"why you don't drink alcohol?" he curiously asked.
"because i don't want to," i replied while reading a book.
he puts his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
i smiled, hugged him, yet continuously ignored him.
"you don't want to get drunk, do you?" he added.
i closed my book and looked him in the eye.
"yes, because i want to get drunk," i leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips, "on your kiss only."
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
a kiss is only
a promise waiting to be
broken once again
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC