Poems from AgbOso02
Most days I yearn for the feeling of being another person.
To walk how they walk, to talk with their tongue.
How they feel deep inside when...
Most days I yearn for the feeling of being another person.
To walk how they walk, to talk with their tongue.
How they feel deep inside when...
One way or another, you're always taking cover.
Got to hold him, or hold her, jut be good Brave Soldier.
Anxiety and Depression, get ready...
I had a friend who was an Angel,
birhgt shining halo, sparkling white wings, an a cross that liked to dangle.
He was kind of weird,...
All to those who laugh at me:
I am not your enemy,
I am not your friend,
no we are not aquainted.
My voice may sound fainted, but the...