Last updated on August 21, 2020
Sometimes my words fell short
My verses are not so strong
My strengths a crumbled class
My endurance a burnt mass,
My mask melted not to long
Huffing and puffing
What an art?
Trying to blended in darkened ground
Yet here I am
Running around,
Colours never been my falling
Solids been my calling
Being a lady never been my pursuit
I’m just me paving the en-route,
My words are simple
My ways do cripple
My world being jolted
So shaken!
Lingering on unfamiliar ground
No easy to let go
Crumbled pieces of crown.
So poignant. Really felt it!
Thank you.
Aim to please🌷👼👼❤