"behindthe" poems
Pillows lay the case to wake up past 3 oclock
Face faded in dreams make razors on cheek comfortable to me
Blond bold because i barely gave red a try
Is breakfast ready for me
Backing beauty with a blue t , turning to me all bright and free , afro messy , eyes maybe brown, maybe green
Did i mention i couldnt see
Reality just came back to me
Even tho these eyes rarely catch seas
I still see star shaped almonds in cereal bowls put before see
Meet her meteor shower plastic kungfu hopes
My mettle met with metal, she was bars for the screen
So in between things, i smell scent and add my two cents
But when change comes short, gasoline gases up things
Thunder booms and she can never quite see was behindthe bangs
But that's another thing cause cereal is really tho
Another taste of almomd milk cheerios
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
The Real Battle
Two roses aspire to be in love from petal to petal
Fragrance reinvigorates beauty to ameliorate
They are ready to face the life just like a real battle
And transitory sonnets to associate, narrate
All the colours of life with just different shades
The dew drops on the petals glorify the state
But death has its own stairs to sharp edged blades
What a fortune and what a miserable fate
Roses are roses with their own pain and pleasure
They take birth to make surroundings colourful
And then die down leaving behindthe love treasure
Their transitory stay is beautiful and wonderful
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright June 2021 Love Remains
Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 4:20 AM UTC