Here here...
The baby is born
Cute and precious
His clothes is worn
Oh the first time he laid on a bed
What a bed - day.....
Everyone came awwing at him
He was presented just like a product
Maybe to be watched at
Maybe to be loved by
But all this happened while he laid on that thing
What a bed - day
Bed of roses...
Talks of poses..
He tried imposing..
He was empty of feeling at the moment.
What more can he feel except wanting his milk
What a bed- day
He didn't want to be laid here
He already knew this world was harsh
His fingers only went up in grabs..
No one knew why he was crying...
What could a baby feel
He didn't wish for this bed
What a bed - day
They call it a birthday
But to him it's a bed - day
The first day he laid on that thing
And the roughness of it on his skin..
He knew he was out of his comfort zone
He knew he was born into a world of doom
So he coiled and moaned at the softness of the bed..
" Happy birthday to me" he said grimly , closed his eyes and slept
What a bed- day...
Yay guys...
So I decided I'm gonna make this book a collection of my birthday poetry
What do you think...
A/n: what do you think is the whole idea if this poetry?
Anyone with a correct answer gets a chapter dedication..
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BIRTHDAY WISHES
Poetryjust a little thing for my friends and followers.. I'll give you wishes on your birthday just comment the date or leave me a message i promise to surprise you... All poetries here are originally mine ... Please if you want to copy any or love to sha...
