My first print on this blog, please respect it. Thank you.
The Large Black Spot
Sometimes I feel stuck,
Between every thought,
Behind every laughter,
A large black spot
The stencil of this masque,
Has been shaped so perfect,
Despite being deceived,
I grow more allergic
All these beautiful faces,
Don’t give me wings,
I generate more sorrow,
Instead of sweet things
Don’t plaster me, inside these wall,
These walls that u made, with your own thoughts,
On these walls, you’ll find my name,
On these walls, a large black spot.
_ANDY
_2008-11-22
welcome andy...
ReplyDeletea gud one here! cheers!
hey andy...nice!
ReplyDeletewelcome home.. :)
welcome andy
ReplyDeleteyes, first Welcome in :)
ReplyDeleteNot a bad post, tells that you can write way better.
i re-read it: and i like this line 'I generate more sorrow'
way to go :)
Wow!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThis feels good,
thank you critics!!!
that was a good one :) n welcome :)
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