My last poem, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

Body ache on a sit.
But I manage to make comfort to change my postures without a
mean.
Give Me a reason why ends this way.
Because that book of speculation blue romance was my
devotion.
I am happy now as I am alone thinking about You.
I was Your choice to write Your dipicted words.
And the fear I can only comprehend the pen's judgement.
For now I will redo what I have been done.
And hoping the lessons are not that overwhelm shocking
manners.
My last poem.
Thank You the All God.
Posted: 2015-06-29 05:00:55 UTC

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