Me On the Mission
By Parizo Van Thulare
it doesn't matter
how ,where or why
When my heart calls
I come running
When my head snoars
I come flying
It doesn't matter if..
I'm happy ,moody or creepy
I switch on my tab
And turn it into a lab
With this pen looking at my palm
Wondering what the heart brought
The ink start shivering
Emotions start spitting
Knowing it's about to start raining
Praises in Phrases
Feelings chasing margins
Weeping down the blank page
Patching every whole with hope
Every hate with love
My versions vary with no scrambles
On mission they go skipping warnings
Carrying stanzas that are rhyiming
This is how i roll with the ink
This how I create my link
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