It's Too Early To Prite Woetry
Insanity gone wrong with internal profanity so strong,
mundanity with blatant consistency within days of yore-
I’ve slept all day, up all night long,
I’ve kept my dignity where it was before,
except loving you, I’m not really good for.
Believing in rights, the nights make me forlorn,
receiving a timepiece and hourglass for sincere protection-
It’s not my fault that I was born,
especially when living with a dirty barren complexion.
For, in loving you I’ve felt no connection.
January 25, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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