Twisted mind,
pained my heart,
to sent him in the sands,
yet i felt hurt,
but sending him in pieces,
thinking i'll be in peace,
ending up bruised
lifting thy hand up
hope he'll reach,
call me for a rap,
lyricsed by his preach,
on my beauty dap,
but i send him off,
I caged the inner,
not a secret all all,
then saw myself camouflage,
like a prey chameleon,
weak strong i stood,
but i played a roll,
no actress can.
- Author: imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 16th, 2025 04:21
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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