Spring love. Cheesy

Write me in a summary

the flaws and goods of me

in a form of pristine words

recited like a ballad

Full of kissed roses

and loved tulips

flowing down my silk cloak

onto the right side

of pallets of color

Blow me in a prose

in the mixture of air

adorn in a rainbow 

chunks and lumps

Rotate the portion of 

your rested love

above my knees

and propose me 

Like you had twenty seconds to 

live for

and a minute to rest your breath

on my grilled cheeks

asking for a favored "yes"

The untitled Rawness!

At times it is just the rage I deal with. The urge to purposely fall off the stairs and be fractured for the rest of the week. Or perhaps just punch a boxing bag for the next critical hours. I am not able to really put my words into a sentence, rather I would deal with it by crashing my hand into something compact.

Is it me or the world around me which would never be ethical? or to be put into much better of a synonym I would use the word believable!! I don't really know. It is hard to put yourself into something you have been getting out of. Feels very indifferent and paranoid to no towers. No No No dear.. It is not a do or a die situation. It is a live or a kill situation. Lol!

Yes it is. Tell me how advices and counseling don't work during this hindrance. So KILL OR LIVE! I ll go for it. I ll live it, killing makes me torn my flesh. I will act patient.

Breathe in

Breathe out.

And

AMEN!

Works.