Momma!
I am your poem.
From that mountain hole
Too many pains left
And from the island of the vexation
A little pleasure on the journey twinkle They made a missiles
I was fabricated just below your heart
And I am the part of it
Just by planting a tree farm
Trouble dirts your hands
I was penned from composition of roughness
And I am the stanzza of it
Thunder thrown out of your eyes
They are more expensive than pearls
Drinking nano water
I was masterminded
And I am the Masterpiece of it
The debt too scared by itself
Searching for fertilizer tissue
Selling the blood of your own
I was painted from the words of penalty
And I am the same book of it
Momma ! I'm not a poetess
I am your poetry ....
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
Momma!
I am your poem.
From that mountain hole
Too many pains left
And from the island of the vexation
A little pleasure on the journey twinkle They made a missiles
I was fabricated just below your heart
And I am the part of it
Just by planting a tree farm
Trouble dirts your hands
I was penned from composition of roughness
And I am the stanzza of it
Thunder thrown out of your eyes
They are more expensive than pearls
Drinking nano water
I was masterminded
And I am the Masterpiece of it
The debt too scared by itself
Searching for fertilizer tissue
Selling the blood of your own
I was painted from the words of penalty
And I am the same book of it
Momma ! I'm not a poetess
I am your poetry ....
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