This life... my life..
Isn't all about you
It's an art He understands
Just by a glance or two
He says I'm deep but appreciates my depth
You say I'm proud and exaggerate my ego
Shakespeare don't write no more
More like he moved out
Just walked straight out the door
Dear soulmate, this is for you
Cheers to our glass of milk not spilt over
And our fine wheat high in fiber
Thoughts from a breakfast cereal bowl...
KCO III
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Author:
KCO III (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 28th, 2016 02:23
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Comments3
Very deep freestyle. I like it! Great job!
Awesome Awesome write
Very nice.
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