I Write Poetry

When the end is near try to be graceful and nice
Shaking hands with the devil have a very high price
What else to tell when sorrow will never buy time
I wish you live long to start cleaning your grime

Perfection is like an unforgivable filthy sin
It is a war and planing will never lead the win
Flow with the river and no rock will stop your run
Peacefully flow, drift with wind and shine in the sun

A clear future was never there & never meant to be
If you are interested just wait and it will be there to see
Passion & love were meant to keep you awake and alive
Turn your back to sorrow since it have nothing to revive