Friday, May 22, 2009

The Golden Snitch

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.

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