Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

You go with your short of attitude 
And come with a smiley face
While I go with solitude
Thinkin ' in quite, it's not a race

Business accumulates in my emotions 
It makes my head down
I wanna find out solutions 
But it' s hard to be found

The sense you let it blow 
Can be felt like wind 
Gradually, my mind start workin' slow
Because of ur presence of sign


                                             B. K