Sunday, May 6, 2012

My Mood

My Mood,

Some time likes a wood
the wood

sometime, makes us feel tired

The wood

sometime, make us feel warmth

My Mood,

sometime Likes the lights of moon

The lights of moon,


cover all the rooms


take the lights of our rooms

Our rooms, sometime open thier doors for any one

at this case, that open doors take everyone to your own paradise

AFTER THAT, THAT open doors destroy you

THEN kill the trust of your own thoughts

Our rooms, sometime close thier doors infront of Everyone

at this case, that closed doors make everyone fear-

that RED line of your Own thoughts

so EVERYONE prefers to be far from You, not close to you

NOw, you count people that entered
The open and closed doors

BUT, because of your good heart, you don't have anyone from closed doors

but you have many Enemies from that open doors

MmM, I don't want to be myself

I want to be like enemies that still destroy my health

Uh, My mood I will be like a wood NOT like a moon

Not like any wood, Just like the first type of wood

and the evil mood of moon!
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