Poem 102, Superb Yearnings
Candle lit burning in the back porch
He grab my hand
freezing and taunting in the moment
Maybe he is superb, living must in my world
Tis' I adore the sum of his yearnings?
There's is something about us
I understand
Something about him, crazier
The apocalyses never been it was
More sad truths
Begging..
Hesitation
This prose..
This could be us..
Copyright © Amor Otong | Year Posted 2016
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