Wednesday, 13 July 2016


She sat in a pool of her tears,
All alone, thinking to herself,
What about those pillow fights?
Who stole those beautiful nights?

He sat hurt, deep in a pool of beer,
Rubbing his hair, unbuttoned shirt,
He lost his happiness and his cheer,
Lost with the silence of the room!

Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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