There is one portrait
Hanging on my wall,
Purple black horse
Shiny and tall.....
I always feel his eye on me,
That curious orb gawking at me...
Is it my illusion or the fact?
I need to find out by any tact....
I remember that day,
When I drew him
While nervously eating
My chococream....
I poured my soul
To make him look real
Still marvellous and ideal...
I still doubt,
Is that my soul arrested in him,
Shouting to come out?
Or
That mysterious horse wants
Chococream out of me,
To shout?
Hanging on my wall,
Purple black horse
Shiny and tall.....
I always feel his eye on me,
That curious orb gawking at me...
Is it my illusion or the fact?
I need to find out by any tact....
I remember that day,
When I drew him
While nervously eating
My chococream....
I poured my soul
To make him look real
Still marvellous and ideal...
I still doubt,
Is that my soul arrested in him,
Shouting to come out?
Or
That mysterious horse wants
Chococream out of me,
To shout?
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