I always had a dream, to be an inspiration.
Hope all of them come real, out of my imaginations.
But my daddy never let me do, what I wanted to.
And my mama always told me to, follow the traditions.
I know I've made some wrong moves,
For all the right reasons.
Here a soul gets killed,
And all they worry about is precision.
How can I ever be a perfect one?
If I can never work...with my imperfections.
YOU ARE READING
Rhythm
Şiir#22nd rank in 'what's hot' 25/8/16 #24th rank in 'what's hot' 28/8/16 ACHIEVEMENTS: ~ Featured poet by @LivePoetsSociety ~ Fellow Feels (past name of the book) featured poem book.
