Every writer is a magician,
embedded their magic among their lines.
So rise my words, rise.
Come and mend your master’s broken heart.
Love is but a big treachery,
that bring nothing but miseries!
So dance my little pen,dance.
Dance out our finest lines.
Write me love that belongs to me,
go against the wicked destiny, the fated love!
Write my hand, write.
For every words are blessed,
For my very own, love.
Kyox_
-Serenity I seek-
So rise my words, rise.
Come and mend your master’s broken heart.
Love is but a big treachery,
that bring nothing but miseries!
So dance my little pen,dance.
Dance out our finest lines.
Write me love that belongs to me,
go against the wicked destiny, the fated love!
Write my hand, write.
For every words are blessed,
For my very own, love.
Kyox_
-Serenity I seek-
8 comments:
huiyo.chim oh
u always chim nia la...
love the way you light up your life, blog, even words.
may your life is bless with all kinds of loves. cheer up^^
hehehe..thank you~~
see.. jen asked u to cheer up..
dat poem's bringing a negative mood :P
hahaha ok lo~~
beautiful! what more can i say??
well, thank you dear~~
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