Teach me how to pen down my pain
For my soul still bleeds from wounds of yesterday.
With blood Flowing through my voice like an ink gushing out of a pen.
Let me walk the path of healing by dropping all on a paper like a rain.
.....

Teach me how to write happy poems,
For I am like a dirty river,
who wants to feed its fishes with healthy water.
I need healthy waters to nourish my dreams.
....

Teach me how to stitch love poems
My heart has become a rock,
Too strong for roses to grow on.
But can be penetrated by arrow of Cupid -the pen.

....

Teach me how to write lullaby.
Peace embraced my heart each time Mama's voice walked me to sleep,
Chasing sorrows away and making life look like Mama's delicious foods.
Even my heart still wish to crawl back into being Mama's baby.
....


Teach me how to write Odes.
So I can write my name in a book,
A book having names of great men and women who left their footprint in sand of time.
Even though we are boys who life wore men's shadow.

poetictwenty:
Teach me how to pen down my pain
For my soul still bleeds from wounds of yesterday.
With blood Flowing through my voice like an ink gushing out of a pen.
Let me walk the path of healing by dropping all on a paper like a rain.
.....

Teach me how to write happy poems,
For I am like a dirty river,
who wants to feed its fishes with healthy water.
I need healthy waters to nourish my dreams.
....

Teach me how to stitch love poems
My heart has become a rock,
Too strong for roses to grow on.
But can be penetrated by arrow of Cupid -the pen.

....

Teach me how to write lullaby.
Peace embraced my heart each time Mama's voice walked me to sleep,
Chasing sorrows away and making life look like Mama's delicious foods.
Even my heart still wish to crawl back into being Mama's baby.
....


Teach me how to write Odes.
So I can write my name in a book,
A book having names of great men and women who left their footprint in sand of time.
Even though we are boys who life wore men's shadow.

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