Tripping Up

934.Tripping Up (Have your Cake)

As I trip up the stairs
Got caught unawares
For again, I wasn’t thinking
Only head in clouds-winking
Yes, the trip is quite calm
In this place with my balm
Couldn’t help but imagine
Something other than margarine
These fleeting moments of our life
Has us giving with our knife
A slice of our own pie
And I think I can fly
This tie it’s not a literal trip
Only a brainwave one-Hip!
Since I can’t always afford
The price to be adored
Went into my woman cave
Where I sit and behave
And I’m bringing you my best
Without my family crest
Nope! It’s just solitarily me
In this world I like to be
And it can be weird and bizarre
But I’m hiding every scar

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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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