Mohammad Ahmad
01-17-2014, 04:01 PM
God forgive to all
It comes up as if toll
Physically, I do impediment not to fall
Either you call
You can't remise my soul
Back up your face, it is offensively droll
Do you think it is a sort of dole?
No, I shan't be a sole
It is a daft thing to be in love with a moll
She tossed my perfume
To be in a sewage as a decayed bloom
No scent remains out of her bosom
As a sharp piercing awl, stabs my waist.
As a firebrand, I patiently bear in my fist.
It pinches my skin as if a wintry breeze
Her emotions neither come warmly but freeze
Am I being an annoying cellmate or her attitude?
Souls perhaps are as a winding road.
She comes as Florence nightingale to nurse me
But alas my wound enlarged as you see
My wound becomes sore and untouchable
To be faithful to women is incredible
Like the sun of winter at a cloudy day
No warmth it has and swiftly will run away
It comes up as if toll
Physically, I do impediment not to fall
Either you call
You can't remise my soul
Back up your face, it is offensively droll
Do you think it is a sort of dole?
No, I shan't be a sole
It is a daft thing to be in love with a moll
She tossed my perfume
To be in a sewage as a decayed bloom
No scent remains out of her bosom
As a sharp piercing awl, stabs my waist.
As a firebrand, I patiently bear in my fist.
It pinches my skin as if a wintry breeze
Her emotions neither come warmly but freeze
Am I being an annoying cellmate or her attitude?
Souls perhaps are as a winding road.
She comes as Florence nightingale to nurse me
But alas my wound enlarged as you see
My wound becomes sore and untouchable
To be faithful to women is incredible
Like the sun of winter at a cloudy day
No warmth it has and swiftly will run away