A shot short from distraught tort,
And all I sought was to be taught the right thoughts... Or not.
I hadn't sought, not even did the slightest thought of it, that of love there'd be an onslaught,
Not my love for romance in tenses or anything of that sort,
But love of the beauty of joints, or would you rather have me call it pot?
Mid way and I was caught,
My reality, completely, had it bought.
To let go of what was? I'd rather not.
For I had dwelt in the euphoric feel of distort,
It was bliss, tossing between oblivious snorts,
Reality of living and leaving multidimensional ports.
For of us it made gods and in our eyes the world we set at naught.
Of this musing, in this moment,
Doth the man that I am, of these things, choose to jot.
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As Deep as Hearts.
PuisiMy life, My love, My words. This is a collection of my experiences, My views about life, love and laughter. In every piece there's a story and every piece attempts to tell your story. -Fega. Follow me on Twitter @fegatsby and on Instagram @fega_rk.
