Of Smokes & Women

Of smokes and women

A confuse thought

A false treatment

On an empty boat

Storming the strong current

Starved with shady hope

The illusionist’s experience

Manipulatively kind and sore

When truths are stranger than thoughts

Sweet and adorable smile

To fake it until the end

How long can you hide

For it can never be bent

Heavy carriage on narrow tracks

Slumber deep into the jungle

Smooth, slipping in through cracks

Hoping things to get even

To be with this friend

Seen but no exact character

Believing it can put an end

Making your life looks better.

Tell me while I’m here

I’m no hoax, no shadow

There’s nothing to fear

For I’m not your sorrow

Tattoo On The Butt

I saw her strolling 
Blindly across the streets
She passed me by 
And I said hi

Oh she’s so bold
Made my blood runs cold
With that look in her eyes
Struck me with a thunderbolt

She turned around aggressively
Whispered faintly to my ears
“Hey, I got tattoo on my butt”
“You wanna go for a ride?”

I laughed so hard
Who knows I was actually sinking
The smell of the Vanilla
Reminds me of the ice cream

She just smiled sincerely
With her pinky-winky lips
She asked if she dressed properly
In her gorgeous pink-pale dress

Girl, you are beautiful not
But you touched my heart deep
Believing you’re not that hot
That’s the feeling I no longer keep.