Dawdle

Oneself to engage risks of plight,

To wait with inseparable might.

The acquisition is so tight,

Can’t even break a sight.

 

Fragile as a blossoming skin,

Battle of the hands to win.

Thinking to be keen,

For something good to lean.

 

I feel for a fille,

And this is for real.

Not to steal,

But to drill.

 

Set to be apart,

But it can’t tear the heart.

If you’re an art,

Then I’ll paint to start.

 

Let not time to collide,

Even if we divide.

I will always find,

To remind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

please review..thanks :)