I still write about life's tragedy
and its circulations
the things that call for celebrations
and the ones that cause damnations
Am not good with goodbyes
i never was
when things grew tough
i walked away
I've never felt a thing
i escaped attachments
i stayed away
and embraced solitude
I know most of us don't
understand my poems
my character is not that out
standing
i dodged bullets
and my heart grew solid
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
I still write about life's tragedy
and its circulations
the things that call for celebrations
and the ones that cause damnations
Am not good with goodbyes
i never was
when things grew tough
i walked away
I've never felt a thing
i escaped attachments
i stayed away
and embraced solitude
I know most of us don't
understand my poems
my character is not that out
standing
i dodged bullets
and my heart grew solid
