ROCKSTAR

ROCKSTAR

On the strings of the sounding hap,
You lying beside me won't be bad,
On the bed of your heart back,
With the little tweets in my ear,
A sound grammar like words of Shakespeare,
Turn me on the strings, heart engineer,
Whiles you make thy heart lies in a cool pool,
From the walking source of this river,
A day, anytime I hear from you,
In a manner I laid stupidly on the dead wood,
All to die in your life for full,
As the sweets of the honey flows on dreaming,
It in the river you did use as a bait,
This heart is for you and yours in me,
On the river preparing this heart on plate to taste,
Not in the test exams we failed,
In the dark clouds we saw the rainbow,
Tied around the heart necklace for today and tomorrow,
Where tomorrow never comes stand forever,
Not the sick paint on the walls it keep reaping,
The rains are not active until June,
Those walls quipped with cement not to break,
When the cattle dies at the anger of the gun,
Why does thy heart lies in fear?
Whiles this crystal heart lies in your hands to stare,
The rattling rifles in the hands of the gangster,
Safer? Or in the murmuring of the sitting gossip?
Whiles the news of this love travel like the Raven and the dove,
Rockstar the queen of this genre throne,
In this castle her royal reigns bells,
In the sights of the doubters subordinates they shy,
An evidence cue in this heart tune.
Rockstar!

@Jcsonjenuis