The ORANGE poem.
posted on Monday, January 05, 2009 @ 1:51 AM | permalink
When all is set and done.Its not the cut that makes you bleed. When all is set and done. I dont wana hear it and i'm just exhausted. Its midnight now, preparing for the presentation tomorrow. Something really different i presume. I panic-attack already lah now. And someone wrote me this today (: "This is my poem for the person who loves one colour. The colour i spoke of is yellow and red, For which she wonders when will it be written for her, She rejects the short words being send to her. Oh my sweet lady who loves yellow and red, Its the coutoure colour of the sun brights the earth, For fruits of the colour were meant is proud, But yellow and red is orange and yet loud. Dear lady who is reading this now, This is mine for you wholeheartedly, As bright as the orange blend of yellow and red, This poem is for you only. Deary my who creates words so difficult for the yellow and red, Yellow are for the jester, For reds represents royal, So hardly blind is orangy colour is bright. Because i am the jester and you are my royal, To tell for the love in orange of yours, And tonight i present to you, For the bright colour of orange, It certainly suits a lady like you". Hey YOU, this is indeed a better one (: Cheers. |