Clumsy
Bliss is the most peace stored in the abyss .
I go searching , checked the night clubs .
Had the most intimacy in the pubs
Drugs , pills , name it , we all popped
Still no peace ,even when I go overseas
Yet fleas thrive on the carcass of my ignorance ...
Ye my sweet lady , Bliss ,.is the most
Peace stored in the abyss of my mind .
I should love mine . Love yours . Peace .
18:05:2018...
Copyright © Olumuyiwa Onaf | Year Posted 2018
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