poem.

I am sick

I am sick of you
for being so talented,
having the brain of Einstein
movement of a lion
performance of Nicol Ann.

But then I realized, the truth

I am sick of myself
for being so stupid,
having the brain of a cow
movement of a sloth
performance of me.

I’m sorry I put the blame on you
because I hate you
when I cannot be like you
no matter how hard I tried to.

T.T hate this poem.


About you

You are nowhere to perfection
either you are a true gentleman,
but having you is important
loving you is essential
being besides you is heaven.

Your eyes illuminate my world
brighter that the sun can do,
a touch of your hand is so warm
that my heart can feel it too,
a hug from you is salvation
healing all of my wound,
words from you are inspiration
a talisman for me to use.

Thanks for everything that you do
only words and success I can give to you,
in return of all the trouble you went through
in raising me to live up to,
I will always love you.