Short Poem Collection 5/6/2020

Dear readers,

Hope you are enjoying this series. Yes, this should be a part of COVID-19 PKP #4.

NOW I KINDA LOST TRACK AS HOW MANY PKP WE HAVE GONE THROUGH SKSKSKSK

Hence I'm just gonna do casual ((Sunnies Face, iykyk)) Short Poem Collection. (SPC)

1.

Memories they linger,

Seems like it is embedded forever,

I miss the touch of your finger,

Forgive me for I am a sinner.

2.

I wonder,

Somewhere prohibited,

Finding a way for us to be together,

Everything i have i traded.

3.

They say,

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I say,

If i were dead,

Maybe i will be with you.

4.

Every sin can be forgiven,

As long as you repent to God,

This is the right track you have chosen,

Trust me it will bring you closer to God.

5.

A house without a roof,

A room that is sound proof,

A legend without a name,

Lies an unsung hero tryna win the game.

6.

Let's talk about the forest,

The animal and the trespass,

A dream to climb mount Everest,

For I'm just a student bounded to class.

7.

I saw a pair of hazel brown eyes,

The sorrow in it had me staring,

I'm sorry i didn't realise,

Are you just sad or are you drowning.

8.

Please let me focus,

Let me out of this daydream,

The cycle is vicious,

Some days i just wanna scream.

9. 

Is it purple or violet,

Is it red or scarlet,

Something about you makes me upset,

I'm trying my best to forget,

Smokes and cigarets,

Mistakes and regrets,

I thought you were the missing alphabet,

Well you bet.

10.

Welcome to my tour,

Where i drink liquor,

I'm starting to feel a little tipsy,

For I have been falling in love with a gypsy.

11.

I'm not scandalous,

Being with you is miraculous,

You are just jealous,

Stop being so suspicious.

12.

A wedding brings two person together,

A child will make the bond stronger,

A third person is not favourable to enter,

Baby can i be your past, present and your forever after.

13.

Let's talk about insecurities,

Are they your greatest enemies,

It makes me feel burden,

But nothing i cannot face is given.

that my friend is Allah's promise to us.

YES EVERYTHING IS #AIDAWRITES.

Goodnight.

I wrote this yesterday at 3am and improvise at 1am the next day. I mean its poetic i guess but mum only realise that i sleep at 3am. She came in banging my room a face so furious asking why the ell u slept at 3. Its okay mum i know im not a masterpiece im just a broken piece that is growing moulds. I know mum u r just concern. Ily.