My Lottery
my lottery
gentlemen need loaves bread
others wishes to be civilized
i myself wishe ur deployed
the road you go
the chair you sit and the river you swim
disturb me and blame
the garment you wear
oinment you colour
the blinks the pigments they are
the love genarated the fire
i cannot resist shall i swear
at the begining of the the year people flock to Dv
in other ways i go to DSTV
infact of america is not as such concern for me and i am not sensitive
you are victorious i am your fugitive
defeating you is as far as PLUTO and complicative
madness i am
craziness i become
cool you are how to play your game
day and dawn i dream
i miss you at the morning getting harm
you do not understand this
how i become embarassed and my crisis
my pulse doubles
my words whispers
my breathing changes
my sickness relapses
people encouraged with money
sealers satisfies with their business
mine is not that my earnest is you
my happieness and my value
you are the solely you are my lottery
do not far from me i will get crazy
fee will knock to us if we become so happy
do not hesitate my lovely
we will be wealthy
come on my beautiful you are my lottery(2)
Copyright © Yeshambel Birlie | Year Posted 2014
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