Sunday, April 1, 2007

Poem: Caveman

I become a caveman whenever you are around.
I can't talk as if I have never learnt to speak.
I show all my weaknesses like I am naked in the jungle.
I am telling you now is your last hour to be free.
Cause I will bang your head with a club and drag you to my cave.
Not to do a revenge, nor to have a meal, nor to possess, but as a goal.
To show you the devotion of my soul.