she walks home
aint home
just few hoods and my odour in the hood
she missed her home
she believed i was her home
few sips on her syrup wine
she calls me
"do you believe in love"
drunk me
yet to reply
maybe i do believe on weekends
yet to master love on weekdays
Jul 18, 2023
Jul 18, 2023 at 2:51 PM UTC
she walks home
aint home
just few hoods and my odour in the hood
she missed her home
she believed i was her home
few sips on her syrup wine
she calls me
"do you believe in love"
drunk me
yet to reply
maybe i do believe on weekends
yet to master love on weekdays
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