Others may be nice, I dun deny
The world is after all not all that sly
Family n friends are treasures to keep
The reason for ur smile every night u sleep
But theres one only, the only one
Who can peep inside me n get my pun
My senses, my nerves, work for him
Tell him all before I even feel grim
Always there like an elders finger
I hold on to it and keep on linger
Feel like a child in his arms or walls
Rescuing me from the danger calls
I always promise shall better next time
The next time seems like a promise I mime
N there I am like a naughty child
A fake regret to get him mild
The moment he thinks hes being too harsh
Lets me go and play in my marsh
The Golden snitch is what you are
Others help score but not at par.
Friday, May 22, 2009
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