what the f^%k is this strange numberthat appears without a story?A memory of some sinister passage?Or a tale of doom so deathly?I see the lightI know the scoopOf twenty eightOn twenty eightOf celebrations dearAnd sweetness nearIt tastes like honeyIt engulfs me warmlyTwenty eightI embrace you.I wishYou wouldn'tBid me adieu.
lyrical lemongrass:it is a bittersweet postof a special numberof a "27" ghostwhich came much latera bleak moment i findfor i'm still so blindwhile time is passing byand life is still a trywill i succeedand be honestly happy?or should i proceeedwith this mundane journey?of 28 in the midstwith no agenda on the listwhat's ahead is anyone's guessbut i should be hopeful, no lesshopefulness, many a waythose lovely words and morereally made his dayand he's ever grateful for
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what the f^%k is this strange number
that appears without a story?
A memory of some sinister passage?
Or a tale of doom so deathly?
I see the light
I know the scoop
Of twenty eight
On twenty eight
Of celebrations dear
And sweetness near
It tastes like honey
It engulfs me warmly
Twenty eight
I embrace you.
I wish
You wouldn't
Bid me adieu.
lyrical lemongrass:
it is a bittersweet post
of a special number
of a "27" ghost
which came much later
a bleak moment i find
for i'm still so blind
while time is passing by
and life is still a try
will i succeed
and be honestly happy?
or should i proceeed
with this mundane journey?
of 28 in the midst
with no agenda on the list
what's ahead is anyone's guess
but i should be hopeful, no less
hopefulness, many a way
those lovely words and more
really made his day
and he's ever grateful for
Post a Comment