"baabaa" poems
He said grown men don't weep
but I did last week
last night as I lay on my bed in a heap
bar height - i've lived a life on the sweet
(bar -marmite a little bitter on the teeth
(bar -barfights i guess I thrive on the street
baabaa type if I'm a meat I'm a sheep
ha ha at light but only weep in my sleep
far far right from when I started this speech
au revoir mon amie this be the end of my suite
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 6:11 AM UTC
It hurt...
When I love you with
my all,
But you don't have enough
Time to look at me...
What I am going through!!!
It hurt...
When my days and nights
All are yours,
But you don't even care
For me...
What had I lost!!!
I love uh Baabaa,
And I know maye be someone
Can replace me after awhile..
But,
What about me and the
replacement of missing part of yours???
I lost me... Enough me that my
All lost belongs to you!!!
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC