Pg poems

Once my friend told me That he has poorer friends To assist, rather than me This was sadly true But unbearable for my sore heart. But lovely now for me to tell others The beautiful liars in the world That flower wither, and waves roll To heal their sore hearts. But lovely for me to tell others The handsome greed in the world That also fake gold attracts the wise But can’t drive determined souls To slow your vigor heart. Once my friend told me Mum and Dad remain true world friends God the ruler.

  That 14th February, warm valentine day I remember Meeting you in Finland club, rain dancing I remember approaching you paralyzed by  terror But now your prodigy is gone, gone And forever gone I remember the clouds coming down,  showering rain unto us As rain our love multiplied one by one The mushroom of love grew day by day So sweet love was. But now I glide along your eternal house Now bitter tears roll down my cheek You’ve gone. Well losing you is like losing my  blood I wish the clouds lament for me I will still remember...

Run from the folks that claim they're not hungry, Y et eye your plate like the famished hawks, Eating your meal mysteriously, T heir appetite is a secret paradox. You'll always find them in conversations, dissecting lives, Gossip flows from below their mouths, like a hidden stream, The chances are that, behind your back, They weave similar tales, that will haunt your dream. When around the beauty's flame, they'll always transform, Hypocrites pretending to be better than others, Chameleons in the presence of allure, They shift attitude and bend behavior, as if love's gravity pulls them pure. "That's too much," they say, pointing fingers here and there, Always complaining like rain on a sunny day, Flee from their negativity, my friend, Ditch them - 'Murifee...' Anyone with a rich pockets, is their true companion, With over-friendly smiles, and pockets squeezed, But genuine warmth? A welcoming heart? Thou shalt wait ... "Drink, smoke, try dr...