I learned to write, because am bored,
I fill the page with empty words,
With every stroke, I feel each note,
I won’t define, the self I hide.
You like to read, I wonder why,
Beside the pain, my thoughts are fine,
Stepped up my rhyme, it’s not my grime, Don’t blame my time, care for some lime?
Got taught to say, what’s in my space,
Didn’t hide away, just cause you stayed,
Being here is weird, I aren’t your pet,
Listen to those songs, written in my head.
Final touches to make, sitting here with cake,
So happy and proud, sharing poetry with you,
Still believe in fate, had enough of Tate,
Just expressing today, something special to say.
By Julius Fa
© March2023
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