No responsibilities, no care.
I fight for sweets, I over use ‘that’s not fair’
I’m young, lively, and joyful indeed.
That was me before I was a teen.
The bell rings.
It’s fight night all over again,
Here comes the red fist,
Full of blood and anger.
Till death do us part my love
till death pull us away
till death ruins our lives
till death. We Stay!
Would I Dare Tell the Girl of Her Beauty?
So Blessed and Elegant,
The Way She Walks, Her Structure Grabs Eyes,
As She Follows Down the Valley,
Sun Rise I Await Your Call,
Like A Inpatient Being craving your voice,
That one Word at the Start of the Day,
‘Morning’ It Sends Shivers down My Spine,