Wasnt Much
My words are like poetry in the north
I dont know especifically, I dont know that I think much
Sometimes I'm off in a trail
Sometimes I am beheaded twice or thrice
I loss my track, where I am heading?
Where your face's glows in a distance
Or maybe in a mile
Where are you now?
Tis' my words wasn't brawny
Tis' my words wasn't much…
Copyright © Amor Otong | Year Posted 2015
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