Tangled

Brush your hair 
Make your prayers
Only if the mess was as easy to sought

But she won’t share 
Won’t let go off the teddy bear
May be that’s all what she’s got

So I bend my knees 
Oh!  God listen please
Bless the soul reading this rhyme

Or shall I pluck an eyelash
Rather shoot a star overseas 
For a soul pure than the water 
tangled up in strings of time

because it’s Birthday night
Those berries glitter with light 
And for the years yet to come

There shall be a guiding light 
Your constellation will shine so bright 
As you let go of the things that can’t be undone

and as I make a list 
Of all your birthday gifts
I tried to find one you’d care

N I stack up the mist 
Upon these aching fist 
As you are too beautiful for anything to compare
Wondering if she would let go off the teddy bear

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