There's a cotton wool ball where my head used to be, runny eyes, runny nose and that's how it goes on a Wednesday in May,
I may take a hot drink
I think that I will with some lemon and honey, I may take a pill but as yet I'm unsure if there's a cure for this malady, m' lady will know, she is the remedy for all things that go
wrong.
My throat's set afire as the fever gets higher and as the brandy gets lower, I become slower, my eyes and my nose cease to run and I feel that I'm on the road to recovery, then I wake and discover she has tended my aches, taken my pain, changed all the bedsheets and she has done it again, mended the man as only she can.
The cotton wool ball has scored an own goal and I've won for a while, so it's a smile for the day and the way she defends me against anything that attacks me or lays me down low and that's how things go
on a Wednesday in May.

The rolling stone always remains disturb
And does not maintain his status
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By leaving selfishness one can emit light as human do
The martyr observed the cruelty of the unwanted persons
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And condemns their supremacy
A martyr shows a distinctive confidence
Which is matchless
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A time is coming when you will find a deserted way and nothing else
But you’ll be alone without me.

Last cry of the ****
**** of sharp claw of falcon to catch the flying sparrow
A shriek of a pedestrian crushed by the sudden collision with rushed vehicle
Mourning and shouting of mothers of victims
Squealing of burned one
Screeching of helpless persons from the torture cells
Fear of future and misery of unemployed ones
Mixture of allowed and banned drinks
Violation of human rights
When rushed in veins of cruel greedy persons
After the passage of centuries
Continuously make the body to take jerks with amuse to perform a dance
With the beat of drums
The real Bhangrra of Karbastan.

When will I see, you
Only ever talk to me
When you are lonely?

She looks down at her body
And closes her blue eyes
It takes all of her self-control
To not start crying
Because as these girls are proclaiming
How proud they are to be skinny
The only thing she can think is
“I’m trying to be okay with myself.”
Because as she looks at her toes,
She sees her *******
And her stomach
And her feet
She thinks she’s so fat
Or so ugly
But so do caterpillars
Before they realize their potential
For butterflies

When you told me I didn't love you
I simply thought how would you know
For I remembered the spaces between your fingers
And the crease between your eyes
How dare you tell me
I never thought of you as mine.