I used to think you'll disappear,
One day you'll dislike my company,
I mean it's possible because at this point I'm not surprised if you did went up and gone.
I wish to tell my friends,
How homesick I feel when I'm away,
But I'm not that type to be sentimental.
My little owl,
Always finding me in the dark somehow.
YOU ARE READING
Lessons Learnt and mistakes made
PoetryI hope god forgive us for the mistakes we had no choice in doing but to do so for your own survival, amen
