Strangled by the life-long guilt imparted,
Tears and fears were a staircase to misery,
On the walls of the heart hanged artwork,
Paintings of the cries and sleepless nights.
Merciable were the eyes, peaceful sparks,
Wobbly ladder, fell over, spilled the stars,
The green on the other side was a mirage,
Can't re-read that chapter, I flipped a page.
"The Chapter"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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I will take you to the Atlantic coast in, Virginia, Will you be my 'Puella' my sweet, sweet Latina? Ride on the sand in a cherry... -
Gone are the days that you'd rest your head on my chest and smell the scent of my ripe goosebumps, those days that I would lose count o...
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Blew my nose with your facebook page. I had no choice, Dismissed your act on stage, uh what an appalling voice, You're dragged into th...
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