Nattering about the identity
Makes me feel guilty
About all those years I spent
Making everyone happy
Lost somewhere, still searching for myself
I am somewhere lost in this 9 to 5 job
And had no chance left
Than to just sob
Want to become a Poet, a Singer
Trying hard to do what I am Capable
Just somewhere knowing the truth and making myself Extraditable
Its completely unfair with my eyes
As I couldn't make them to stop cry
Just because I can't justify
Doesn't proof my existence
As a consequence of someone who can't just recognise my identity
All of their blanish compliment
Can't just vanish my identity
Instead they lead me to the
Town of accomplishments
This is how I found myself in the mirror
Unhiding the identity and revealing the secrets
That I used to keep it
Becoming a conspirer
Categories:
conspirer, career, dream, emotions, happiness,
Form: Lyric
if my enemy thinks the world of me
then my enemy will peel off our hatred
one red red rose petal at a time
that is if my enemy no lonqer breathes my envy
breathes my envy
while i breathe silently
my rose qarden exits only in the dawn of sprinq
if i qrow, or when i qrow
i'll be devoured by the snow
only if my enemy thinks the world of me
suddenly my enemy speaks to me
cold thunderous whispers only i heard
i heard my world say my enemy's name
such hatred is prickly, but i feel no pain
if my enemy thinks the world of me
i wont feel pain, for hatred is the rose
and my rose is
my enemy
conspirer of my dreams
but the thouqhts my enemy had toward me
were all colored beautifully, suddenly, mysteriously
somewhere underneath it all...
Categories:
conspirer, confusionworld, rose, rose,
Form: Free verse