is unknown.
Everynow and then,
I grow stronger and weaker.
Or ,is it the other way.
I wonder!
The creeps lie,
They know nothing.
I know I am speaking,
AMERICAN ENGLISH.
But I am not a wannabe.
It's me only,
With a cover on my head.
You wanna come to me,
Lift the hood on your face .
1 comment:
dude..confusing poem..interesting points..i m not guessin snce i dint cmpletely get it :)
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