Buyunde Acura Sylivester
Buyunde Acura Sylivester Poems
A place to be on,
Where to find me on phone,
I'll be seated by the stone.
Home for long,
A place to go strong,
Where to find me without wrong,
I'll be waiting a knock at door gong.
Home for good,
A place to get food,
Where to find no trace of rude,
I'll be relaxed to manage my mood.
Home my home,
A place to avoid life storm,
Where smiles 're always worm,
I'll be chatting with brother Tom.
Home my fame,
A place to hold my name,
Where my title find its stem,
I'll be standing to rub my ...
Commitment Of Guilt
This is my diary, of what I'd done,
A moment of sorry, for this one,
Mistake I'd to learn, the whole in a story;
leaving you alone, in a city of no ivory,
I mean sorry darlin'.
Hear the siren, of a falling heart,
Stay and listen, how much it was hurt,
Carefully be on alart, to count eleven,