pleasure seaker, and a potion maker.

this little poem is what i began with just i line, in solo and came up with it.

i fell really afraid

shaking' my braid

life so sorrow

can't wait for tomorrow

for i'm a pleasure seeker

and a potion maker

i have a feeling

that i'm not holding it tight

and being pushed

down from the height

when i saw this rose

it was love at first sight

i walk pleasure fully in the night

without any fight

don't let our bloods be white

cos i am a pleasure seeker

who makes things come to life

and a potion maker

who has so much to dell like a knife.

Author's Note

please tell me what do you think of it, or if i can do any improvements etc.