Friday, 27 January 2017


Do you believe, in love, 
Is it something we have?
I believe you're the truth,
You can have, my youth.

Does the future, scare you,
Or is it the view, we drew?
Cushion me in your crown, 
My being's tumbling down.

"Crown Cushions"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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