The strikes and burns
The heat and hurts
All the strifes of my little heart.
Like a landscape, the ocean floor
There's no escape, came for more.
Its just the same really
Butterflies and all,
The goal is a smile no matter how small.
I know the drill,
I know the thrill,
Can be its kill,
And it has no skill;
A lumpsome end, my heart's exhumed.
I miss the buzz and all the craze,
The chill that flows when afar I am gaze
at the sight that far from any
makes me say "wuuu, you are dandy!"
I am a fifteen year old now having a crush,
I am ever more in love now like I was before.
The feelings of race that give a rush,
Rush as huge as my need to explore
for that chance of a small smile.
I know the drill,
I like the thrill,
I am its kill,
Have not the skill;
A lumpsome end; this heart's exhumed.
Okay okay okay okay!
Now lets get on with the safari,
Its a journey so hard, unpredictable.
No astrologer, no expert
Absolutely no formulae.
All I need, want and know
Is that I like how I am,
Like how I feel,
Love how at last I smile.
I know the drill,
Love the thrill,
Being the kill
just build my skill,
A perpetual end; I will just be exhumed.
YOU ARE READING
Ablazed
PoetryA stray lost heart that gets lit back on ecstatic fire of an unitentional but ever so sacred love. Work done by inspiration of a kind and loving soul.
