Even when you pushed me to the edge, I wanted to hit it into your face but straight in my heart pity did come.
Every time you try picking a fight me with, I just tell myself Am ain’t that bad.
Won’t you let me be the saint I am? Though not perfect, am not the monster you think I am.
Even when you hate me, I won’t let you drown at my scene. Back En forth, I will draw you a hand or two just to see you smile a little more.
Despite our fights, the amity got me rolling on the good vibes.
Even when we do not evince unity, we still share a plate. In the face of grudges, we still got the same anthem.
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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