The things that makes me.. me...

Tap tap tap,, my pencil to the bone...

i think of the things that makes me, me, the things i longed to see

these are the things that makes me, me:

i see the world and all the possibilities, the people that take their lives for granted, the thing that makes them happy, are the things that makes me confuesed.

i hear art being spoken, the rhythm of a lovers content, these are the things that makes me sad to think that someone like me just wanted to be loved.

i feel the wind and the leaves against my smooth skin, i feel that children is the only ones who can see me, the me thats inside.

i smell the aroma of Jasmin and tea, the tea my Gran used to make for supper at night, i still smell her in my dreams, where she tells me iam glad to be free.

i taste the rain in the afternoon winds, the fields come alive with the rain at bay, i stand opened mouth with raindrops leaping from the trees.

these are the things i love and hate, these are the ways that i think, these are the things that makes me.. me.

**not sure if its done,, but pls let me know that u think,, i'll always terurn the favour,, thx**