I can't make love. My heart's castrated,
If life is a play, then ours is cast - rated.
Am I not the person, you'd anticipated?
For God's sake, I came. Am I accepted?
The stare in your eyes is cold; mockery.
Spice up the sour and bitter; more curry.
If your kitty scratches then please rub it.
Bunnies don't scratch,
you can have my rabbit.
The failure at luck ruined the master bet,
Failure, at love baked in some self - hate,
First, make self-love, your most inner pet.
No perfect pair? Let's make a perfect set!
"A Perfect Set"
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 2 March 2017
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