Thursday, 26 May 2016


Wearing my skin, if I still look fake,
Self-betrayal’s a plot, this is the fate,
Man, I won’t go back to that old me,
The past is the enemy that owes me,
Keep walking son, said my old man,
Engines running, just like my old van,
Damn, life is a hell of a crazy woman,
Makes love then poisons away the fun.

"Random Words"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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