No Matter What
So much pain, I just want to be Frank,
and you can be the one I never met,
that way my life would be set,
for new mistakes, and the same old pain.
A perfect life is lived in vain,
So let it be washed away by the rain.
The rain will bring flowers and the flu,
so just say achoo and me and my blessings
will bless you.
Like the saint that I am caged
on the inside.
The saint the beast
and you thought I was the least
expected person to save the world
because to me the world
is like a grain of sand turning
into a pearl.
But the clam is inflicted with pain
and it can’t indulge in the effects of the rain
so it will most likely never make a
perfect pearl.
This poem was written by Roba Adnew on Jun 02, 2007.
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