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September 12, 2008

Last Thought On Final Breathe

Try to understand me that’s all I ask,
My stand and believe will never last,
Lets try some empathy, maybe its be easy,
In the end of it nobody will ever see.

I take the blame for what I’d done,
My emotion are high cost me triggers of gun,
I am an asshole, in everyone eyes,
No one understands me till the day I die.

Flash back into history, look for what you’d found,
I’m just regular kid from another silly town,
I’d buy for my cute Shorty a pink blushing gown,
But how, how I end up been shot down?

It is my fault, my mistakes and I know I’m suck!
It were never my dream to been a thug,
Never ever crossed my mind I’d deals drugs,
What can I do, I can’t afford anything, not a single buck.

Yet again, it’s my bad I should had stayed,
I should calm down and waits for Wednesday,
I shouldn’t pissed off in my very own birthday,
Last but not least, I should think like I have a bright brain.

Understand me, but it’s too late to do it right,
I been shot down, I am going to the light,
I know, the world gonna be better,
Without me, maybe there will be more laughter,
To everybody, forgive me and I’m really sorry,
Hopefully when I’m gone, you guys have a less thing to worry.


p/s-

THIS POEM HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYBODY ALIVE OR DEAD... IT JUST POPE OUT OF MY MIND..

hm... dis poem is actually telling a story.. a story of a young man who had died n flash bax his entire life on his last breathe of air b4 he die.. lets just name dis guy micheal..in this story micheal is THE wrong of every possible way a man could be.. he been raised to be a good person , never had a probs in his childhood life but he still ended up doing the wrong thing.. he even got a gurlfren in his hometown, when he is young.. but, he end up being drugs dealer.. at the end, Micheal ask for forgiveness..but, no one was there to hear it, except the guy dat shot him down.. dats briefly wats this poem is about..

DA MORAL VALUE OF IT

HMMMMM.... maybe wat we can take from dis poem is, its never too late to ask for forgiveness.. eventhough no noe will hear it, at least b4 we dead, we did it.. hm.. maybe.. who noes rite? plus, we cant predict da future.. eventhough da smartest or nicest person we ever meet, their are not 4 SURE to be da same in future.. maybe they will end up just like Micheal.. others moral, hmm... maybe

PEOPLE WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND...

no matter wat we did, if its wrong, people wont look at the bright side, they will just call it off, U R GUILTY!!!!!... only few will try to think twice.. wel, dats jsut poeple is.. we cant blame them.. we r apart of them.. sumtimes we act like dat.. making fast conclusion in some thing dat we barely noe.. hmm.. am i rite?
dats all..

OUT!!!!!


P/S- ATTENTION!!! ALL POEM DAT HAD BEEN POSTED ON DIS BLOG IN MY WRITING, COMES FROM MY MINE,HEART N SOUL.. NONE OF IT ARE COPIED OR PLIGiARISM ACT...



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