Shrinking is this strength, the will is weak
Slow is this personality, spending eleven days in a week
In the world of human rights, here is a geek
An angel left her feather for this soul to pick
To act as fast as a tortoise is considered too quick.
Toothless, spineless and a giant bird without its beak
a life of two candies, just take one and lick
to be wholly independent or to submit to someone and be sick
easy is the choice, but the latter, this person seeks
an eye for an eye is never a box to tick
sacrificial and gentle like no one else, is the meek.
I spotted a star
not in a stary night or even a night
O What a sight
It Brings sparks to my heart
She is as beautiful as "start night " Art
Setting fire to my every part
from that little spark
Will she remain unaware of these feeling
Are this feeling destined to like kafka
Or is all this conjured by my mind
Wanting to bind itself to your kind
But in presence of the enchantress
this thought is full of futility
Just gazing at you disturb my tranquility
I hope you think about me even if it is pity
Nevertheless every falling times grit
Acknowledges my situation gritty
When it all sets in another fear breeds in
How to engage her,
which in turn makes it all absurd
Like a beakless bird
Unable to speak how weak
What if I gather all the courage
Part of the charm of past heros
To hear a blank no making my world to blow
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