The sweet sickly taste, like the pink sugar lumps. The warm breeze passing. The sun shine brightly, amongst the heavenly clouds. My broken wings are ready to fly, to abandon the fire below. Leave the storm of the past, with its thunderous clouds, to my frozen rainbow. But is this just a dream? A want, a wish, a request? Am i expecting more than i should?
gud stuff ... i dont get it why ppl don't appriciate gud stuff , and like to go chitchat in the lounge ..
awwwwwwwww.......... the title of the poem is awesomeeeeeeee.. and so is the poem.. i love 2 dream me givin u reps 2 .. u can blush now :
Did U hear the song Somethin Stupid? Well, that's so nice of U. I never mind U. Once more please...........lolz......