"A GAME OF PETALS"

Snowman with no carrot,
a ride, in the parking lot,
walk away let the car rot,
bullets will hush a parrot. 

A day talking to my brother,
and hours talking to myself.
I miss my lover, my 'bro her',
and I also miss my own self.

A game of petals, and flowers,
'She loves me, she loves me not',
a basket of hope, tying the knot.
'She loves me' I play for hours.

"A Game Of Petals"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha


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