Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Kind of English poem.

Just follow the black shadow,
I know I am not a good fellow,
But at least not a wick crow,
Who keep knife in a smile show.

Burn the fire on the water,
Burn it with without shelter,
Look what happen later,
Would it be better?

You happy in the tornado of my heart,
My eyes see it not so smart, 
It smells like your fart,
The cut that you thought as art.

You can go to the beach,
Enjoy the happiness that you reach,
Develop the love that you never teach,
But something that will fade and bleach. 

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