Tripping Over the Edge

What a holiday it jolly is,

Going to KL how it sound so plain

*dreaming*(I miss the person giving a kiss)

Wearing a t-shirt with a stain.

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The night was truly awesome,

I had a stroll by the kilometer around

Obviously no doubt it was tiresome

But it was an experience sounding astound.

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The bed in the hotel…? Revolting.

I don’t dare return the following day

Harlots are seen parading, how seducing

Horrifically, I just wanna sleep; nothing to say.

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Timing is difficult to approximate

Since I’m unfamiliar with the schedule

But by a rough margin it was “checkmate”

Nothing, thankfully, went overdue.

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There’s walking, treading, trampling

Tiring, almost definitely

And there’s less sleeping…

I can’t miss out on all the credulity.

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My heart goes out to my friend

For taking time driving us, monkey

Eh, don’t overlook me as a fiend,

You’re a good friend, not a donkey.

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Really, I’m sorry for what occurred

I dislike feeling so helpless at times,

Wish I could make u feel secured

But I can’t no matter how it rhymes.

An Angel

Bristling in a vent of nervousness,

Stricken by mixed emotions wholeness

And my thoughts made the weakest of me

My confidence grows becoming wee.

I wonder, whether you’ll think I'm weird

Thus avoiding me when you just heard

“Hello, on my left hand is nothing

but my right is offering something,

shake my right, my friendship’s my offer”

Oh! Fearing it will be a loafer

So I gave in time, and time, and time

For the right moment of my sublime,

And as I waited, I grew nervous.

My sublimity made me anxious

I just don’t know how to approach her

With such low self esteem it tether

With my wanting to know this person

By now I'm pressured for a liaison

Racing against time the main factor,

I played the protagonist suitor.

At the very last minute to pine

I loom and messed up my pick up line!

Argh! This can’t be happening, not now!

Frustrated but my heart gave a wow

For I manage to get her contact

And I left without any protract,

Abruptly leaving her astounded

“Cherub” must be her word considered

As in a blink of an eye I'm gone

My purpose, my task, it is now done.