Just not d time 2 write
Just not d moment 2 fight
Just not d man i was
Js no chance a pause
Is it me writing
Was it me fighting
Is it me being read
Doesm it mean what i said
Doesm it mean what i said
So confused so dazzled
So traumatic this trauma
So traumatic this trauma
So lost So cold I feel
Had i really lost d zeal
Was i correct in putting dis trust
Oh I shouldnt have But I must
Must I tell u dis story
No poem no epic of glory
Just a verse a rhyme
A pastime of time
I Dont know if i am opt
to write it and give it a loft
But Still i feel i should
But change d past Oh I could
I wont beg u Wont even let you know
Just leave me dead with all the woes
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