I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
Dear Haley, meeting you has been the mother of all coincidences Even though am not a man who believes in such circumstances
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
After a long journey of a few kilometres I stop to rest and lay down as I await for hours Then did sleep come like a thief and stole my consciousness
You walk down an isle of Autumn leaves Kicking against the fallen parts of trees You look up and there she is You haven't seen her in a long while
Let's tell a tale of an adventure Of love and total unabbreviated affection A king, well decorated and had all he ever wanted
SEVEN... seven good long years spells the teenage era A period, a stage, a transition This is the point where decisions are made
We all have that memory lane we hate to go down to But for some reason we happen to miss the lane too How hard is it to accept a loss?
And so I see myself lifted up in the spirit Taken far back to the event that changed history On this hill, though thought to be deserted
Nature did bring forth a lot of wonderful things Birds, flowers, men, women, queen and kings But of all these things, there was an ultimate creation
Love is the best feeling in this world Finding the right person makes you feel so safe Let me tell you a story of how love feels
By Harydo Neon9 years ago in Poets
I stand on a beach, made of pink sands I bend down to pick such beauty with my hands As I stand up. I see this figure, a lady
What the hell is love? How do you define it? Does it come only in summer, winter or maybe spring? I was once a peaceful city
There are some feelings one can't express It makes me to believe that joy comes in distress I have an event to attend, a promise I must uphold
