She troubles my mind
Her body is installed in my brain
I try to put her behind
But none of my thoughts seem to trickle or drain
She has rendered me restless
And she does not want me calm
She is white her heart needs me not helpless
And she is sorry destiny chose not to stay in her palm
The promises of my ancestor's adage
That i should work hard to find seems like a fad
Since till now i have not found someone of her gauge
The way she is confined by the magic of her lover makes me mad
...I have come across many buoyant and classy
Although i still envy her partner because she is more sassy
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC
She troubles my mind
Her body is installed in my brain
I try to put her behind
But none of my thoughts seem to trickle or drain
She has rendered me restless
And she does not want me calm
She is white her heart needs me not helpless
And she is sorry destiny chose not to stay in her palm
The promises of my ancestor's adage
That i should work hard to find seems like a fad
Since till now i have not found someone of her gauge
The way she is confined by the magic of her lover makes me mad
...I have come across many buoyant and classy
Although i still envy her partner because she is more sassy
By Veronicah Orina
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