Friday, 27 January 2017


Written melodies in the eyes,
Singing songs, till hearts rise,
This is narrow, bone marrow,
Draw an arrow, Jack sparrow.

With a name spelt backwards, 
Is it not amusing I lack words, 
Listen to me, give back words,
Blue quills I want black words.

Sing them a song, "La, la, la..."
Bullet shots? Or just "tequila",
Till death do us...didn't kill her,
Not guilty, but I know the killer!

"Black Words"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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