Spill my ink out the window,
Steal my quill, now a widow,
Married to poetry, yes weirdo,
It saved my soul, it's my hero,
This is the only place I know,
My all, if this life, goes, zero,
Stuck inside me, it's what I do,
I live poetry, under my pillow.
"I Live Poetry"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
Welcome to my Poetry and writing blog, I am glad you stopped by:) I do Poetry and pieces of writing, just for fun and self-growth. I write for existence, just like breathing. "Creativity is the engine on my quill" I hope you'll enjoy my writing :) Checkout more of my work from my Facebook page; @Drew Poetry Kenya. You can also connect with me on Facebook as "Author Drew" and on Instagram @Drew.Poetry.ke Thanks for stopping by:)
Thursday, 14 July 2016
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"NISAMEHE" - "FORGIVE ME"
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