Tonight when you again didn't call me, I sit here now reflecting.
And now you got me concluding,
you're only as good as the hole in my skirt and the bruises on my thigh,
All that what you gave me honey.
I think it's time up.
Goodbye.
21|2|2018
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Poem of Mine
PuisiFor these words of mine merely are not just ordinary on the paper. Their meaning, every poem, made me laugh or bleed silently. For more or less, it made me feel. ___________ This is a compilation of my thoughts and day-to-day experience as a human i...
