Side stiches
Every once I look forward to run,
through the wishing well,
fishing the money inside for fun.
Wish me a shell, please no cell.
Like a pearl.
Kept in protection,
Not isolation, all alone.
One time twice,
Around he climb,
I'm drinking lime with Ice,
,,Don't drink it, wait another two hours.
Because you'll end in the Hospital soon"
My sweat is dripping,
Not making sound like rain over the roofs,
maybe just gently disdain hover in sky's approver.
My cheecks are red,
before they just turned mad.
But how I always say: ,,Madness uncovers unpleasent truths"
Because now I am throwing my coins inside,
because I want them to be find.
And the ones I stole,
I want them kept inside a mole.
Did you throw my gifts away?
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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