For those who say that I am a scrap,
That I am a low kind of sap,
That I cannot even have my cloud nine nap.
For those who say that my art is lethal,
And my acts are too fatal or sometimes they think that I am too little.
For those who say that I cannot fly
That I cannot reach a proper pitch in this ethereal sky.
For those who say that I cannot do, that I cannot get through,
that I cannot move out all this cold blues.
For those who say that my words are so dull,
that my songs are too numb, and my choices are too dumb.
Thank you...
All of you...
Thank you...
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Unfinish Plot
PoetryUnfinish Plot is a collection of poems that talks about past, sadness, love, and hope. It is written base on my everyday experiences - from what I see and what I feel in a certain situation. I hope that you can relate to every piece of this poem. ...
