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Rigid is the tongue
I inherited
From my grandfather;
I wish I could sing,
To explain further
No more stamping feet
No more grabbing jean
While I spill the beans
Till the whole wide world
Knows secrets we share
Though in speechless sound
Your felicitous arm
Keep me warmth inside
I still wish I could
Sing you melodies
As the piano chimes
The sounds in my head
Are but sweet playlist
Singing like a bird
Saying I love you.
I followed flying butterflies as I craved But they landed me deep into a grave I bled right on the floor not just the pain…
Used to think a lot More of lust, no fault A big bum, big breast Pretty face, white teeth… Yet, one met no one Wired…
A special thank you to all philanthropists From east to west and north to south; Up the sky; freely the littlest of birds fly In…
The alleviated pains from cradle to this very day Has been a bundle of joy, a perfect gift I must say How fast the hand…
