When I Was Me
I was me
today I sting like a bee
it only takes a second to rot
For I was hot
Today I lean on my left-hand
for I am the right hand
my mirror,my mirage
I have no tale to tell
my eyes, my lies
I'm crawling and grawling
my deeds, my creeds
I'm drowning in my drool
I just remembered
when I was me
Copyright © Perfect Mbhanyisi | Year Posted 2021
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