When the throat’s parched
Losing the last moisture drop
I have a bad habit to drink
As I love to live
When the lung gasps
For a mouthful of air
I have a bad habit to breathe
As I love to live
When hope is down
In the bottom of bottomless trench
I have a bad habit to dream
As I love to live
When the heart screams
In the big black blank called night
I have a bad habit to believe
As I live to love
Didn\’t get it.
😦
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…As the heart sinks
And the eyes groan
I have a bad habit to be depressed
As I hate to live.
Jus kiddin….this was nice…but my fav was the third paragraph.
We are what are dreams are made of.
Dream on… 🙂
Take care
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Hi Indro-da,
Ki khobor ? Long time. 🙂
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I like i like i like
your poetry is so lyrical sometimes! 🙂
i like the last part..as i live to love.
(i dont but yet the idea seems nice)
lol u can choose your own category…they\’re all posted ..gluttons are a delight!
i thnk im gonna whack those last 4 lines..love them! – u will allow me mizter horus yea? 😀
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okay I get it.
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when the mind speaks,
i try to listen to my heart
understanding the thin line between love n life
as that is all it takes to live
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Hmm…I\’ve never understood poems. Never did in school, although I scored decent marks in English. Thankfully, I\’ve understood this one!
It\’s brilliant, dada! Simply!
Yes..
Its brilliant coz its simple enough for a person like to me understand. 🙂
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