26 August 2012

An Untitled

Okay words, your turn.
Flow and don't be so stern.
My pen is ready for your voice.
Go ahead and make a choice.
Plenty of emotions are here to flare,
So don't make me sit here and stare.
I know you
How do you do?
I'm so thirsty, parched from this lack.
Please words, come on back.
I promised you that I am devoted!
And noted,

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