Snowman with no carrot,
a ride, in the parking lot,
walk away let the car rot,
bullets will hush a parrot.
A day talking to my brother,
and hours talking to myself.
I miss my lover, my 'bro her',
and I also miss my own self.
A game of petals, and flowers,
'She loves me, she loves me not',
a basket of hope, tying the knot.
'She loves me' I play for hours.
"A Game Of Petals"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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