A fantasy poet, love to write more about my sentiments and my environment
I smiled trying, when love came crying,
In a pool of tears I tried finding,
Where the mud I fell in I tried washing,
Soaked still in the thoughts of past dirt,
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Our thoughts are lame as we drink our future in wine
Whiles we walk on our dreams blindfolded,
Straight down the gutters like swine
And leaving our fats of worries unsolved,
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Tears running on the floor,
With the tap pressure, it keeps filling the bucket,
So heavy and cloudy it will rain,
As it drizzled to rain out our pain,
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The beauty of a black woman
The beauty of her woolen hair
And the thick lips of smiles she shares,
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We have been the best of friends
Holding hands with smiles
And our thoughts boggling around our hearts,
Where will this journey wave us at end?
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