NAPATSORN TREESAP

A new poem at the back of the door
A vivid life and a lonesome betrayal 
A glistening dream at the road I take home
A sunflower dress and a dreadful earring I adore
A train is coming, are you ready, a soldier of the Dawn?
A very first beginning of life you can get torn
A hazy mortality you had asked for 
A Daisy fidelity they never wear on 
A glimpse of smoking sign, are they waving at your door?
Why waiting for the ring you’ll never fit for?
Why waiting for the lamed forgiveness you’ll fit for ?
Why waiting for the banquet we can’t pay for?
Why waiting for the Rose that has thorn?
Why waiting for blood that bleeds in your chest more?
Why questions theses while you smile born?
A chocolate walls of insecurity,
I prayed for

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