Monday, March 22, 2010

You're My Ritual

...and there's no different
between you and the other guys
at least physically from the surface
while the other might sound friendly
your deep and whispering voice still echoed
while the other guys start to run for the flower
you keep your walking pace steady
locking your view to what you desire most
while the others showing of their talent
your sincere smile wins hands down
its like a drug, a cocaine
an ecstasy toward people mind
please smile more dear black horse
smile more for me...