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