I know a man as a friend
A listening man, a good friend
Never rude, never cold
Though he has secrets he never told.
2 a.m., 3 a.m., the clock is ticking
4 a.m., 5 a.m., he's still not sleeping
To close his eyes, he has no desire
Well what can I say? -he's a vampire.
This one vampire with a sense of humor
Has life like others -sweet and sour
At times he smiles, other times he frowns
Troubles would come, turning ups to downs.
A vampire, but not like the others
They drink blood to quench their thirst
But he -he only wants one thing
For one thing only he's been longing.
When he was still a teen
Everything started changing
Since he was still a teen
Freedom has been his dream.
-Nik.
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Forbidden Thoughts
PoetryWriting is my escape. But as much as it helps me to run from my problems, it also helps me to confess them. Though, no one is a saint, including me. There are words I shouldn't say, feelings I shouldn't feel, and poetries I shouldn't write. So here...
