Singe

Singe

Singe

Poetry may be my only revenge
To prove who I am and thus singe
All what existed before
It seemed I was seen as a whore
My thoughts of my sweet love divine
Shall stay with me ‘til end of time
He is on my side and will stay
My words are as flowers in May
Romancing the stone’s what I do
It may never move, but I can’t be blue
Since other pebbles will gather ‘round
And build me a castle from ground!
A rolling stone gathers no moss
So if he sits still, he’s just cross
But why should I care about that
I live for myself, not that cat!
Therefore if it is that I bite
When I choose a topic to write
It’s due to my suffering long
And taking the blame that I turn into song
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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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