Three roses making stew,
Two hands, mincing you.
Dark sky and faded blue,
a feeling, we once knew.
You'd burn me, cremate me,
then sniff up, all of my ashes.
When only you, held that key.
Laid locked in your eyelashes.
Every night, 3 am was like cocaine,
The Weeknd, hitting hard, my head,
like Cain on Abel's head, 'Go Cain!'
3 am addicts up unscrewing the bed!
"3 Am Addicts"
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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