Unusual
You think I expected you
To know my ways
To comprehend and construe
And like my style.
I never did
Have such expectations
Oh incomprehensible ways
Sleekly complicated
Who can predict the ways
Of a young lad with maidens?
My life is a young lad
And also maidens.
And I will not suffer you
To comprehend.
Copyright © Divine Friday Idiong | Year Posted 2014
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