Passion

Wear it, risk yor life.
Be your balance as sharp as knife.
Mind wide as the universe.
Life’s a final performance, no time to rehearse.

In the water I want to sleep,
but in floating I can’t keep.
In slipping you should not be afraid.
In wound and bruises there’s always an aid.

In wearing it, falling you should expect.
It is called trying coz its not perfect.
Other people found it with hate.
And why not, they only have four you have eight.

A bigginer doesn’t have the right to pretend.
Being better is not the end.
You can fly for seconds, then touch the ground after.
You can dive, but you can’t breath under water.

Yes, you will fail once, twice, many times. But no. You can be a poet who can throw rhymes.
Hearing criticism from the crowd,
You got the passion, you should be proud.

Inside the four corners of a  room,
where ideas starting to bloom.
Writing a poem dedicated to whom?
To a married woman, not being her groom.

A long time ago you made a promise,
that on the day of the wedding, you'll have your first kiss.
But in just a moment you have miss,
on gripping she began to release. 

Not being there whenever she need,
can change an orchid into a weed.
Finding someone who can serve as a shed, in just a blink you may found them on bed. 

I grab some paper and pen.
And I'll write down some memories from heaven.
Memories that makes our story
A story that has no clarity. 

Writing down this peice Is my way to release
To get away from a bad feeling from the start of the ending.
We started up on a happy lane But why we end up in pain?

You said you will never lie
But why I end up with a cry? 
Yes, you said I am lame But why I only took the blame?
You said you were always there for me But why did you leave me?


~bryanXmissdoreen