It feels like
We at night
Have to rewrite
Stories for the divine
She doesn’t read a line
Yet she knows my handwriting
Gladly I didn’t write I've been high today
She pretends to see tomorrow as yesterday
Careless to tell me where to find her again
I have to stop asking and forget the revenge
Then let her know miles away
How grateful I feel to be late
For the crown
She'll hear my thoughts out loud
Until her brain reroutes
For a while, I thought she drowned
From all the diving in mislead
It doesn’t feel real
When I realize how I get pleased
Might’ve been iller
To recall her inner villain
I've embraced the sin
In her eyes, it only seems I’m falling obscene
Tell me when I’m real and not a clone
While you're trapped in being wrong
Is this all there is to know?
Tell me when I’m real and not a clone
I don’t mind to fail the throne
Shouldn't we share the gold?
Swear I couldn’t find help
Miss, please
Why miss me for old stories?
They’re not even playing her play
All she see is chosen as real and as fake
It's spraying on what should be framed
On a wall outdoors
Why save?
It's meant to be sprained like words
Hanging on a soaking dictionary
While I eat forbidden berries
To revisit the backdoor of her resort
Tell me when I’m real and not a clone
While you're trapped in being wrong
Is this all there is to know?
Tell me when I’m real and not a clone
I don’t mind to fail the throne
Shouldn't we share the gold?
Tell me, tell me, lady, can you see the glow?
About the Creator
ótomundi
antique and contemporary African art lover, from Luanda & Andalucia.
visit me at www.otomundi.com
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