LOS T

Lost Pash
everything of the world I could see,
lives nothing short a noise of a bee,
except the things that worries me,
those lasts as the voice of the sea.

I'd always been happy of those surpassed,

looking for a thing new in a thick hue,
for now, it'd been a thing in the past,
just to teach to turn and pause.

I do find now a stiff hold by a mast,

to etch a player who forgot my cast.
we'd continue to part in our own ways,
I'd still hope we meet a place in life's maze

still in the bay of our chats,

lives a me that hopes for a cast
looking for a thing old, with a thick hold,
while I could see nothing but 'WE' till the last,
I can wait till you break the fast!!!
 Lost dreams
darker that my days seem to pass ,
lingered on mu soul that doomed to last,
nothing but the rays of bygone past ,
tinkered on a soul of lifeless corpse ,
things tat then thinks it would pass.

Right of the years , I heaped aloud,

little I knew should fit the mould
for what I taught would be the best,
a little human and filter's quest.
fight after years that came along,
fought me down to prove me wrong.

now all I have is a weeping soul,

frothing a well that no one knows.
Dwelling in pain that whips me down,
not the pain which goes in vain,
nor the pain which comes with gain,
not the feign which brings a crown,
nor the grain which makes me mow.