Saturday by Talile Ali
I thought I knew everything
That I needed to know
About who I was and what I wanted to be
Then why am I in such misery?
I have a love I love alot.
She kisses me well and leave's me hot
Deals with my view in all of it's shades
Manages to suffer the mind of this mage.
However,
The flighty me has descended, once again.
All that remains is tattered lens &
a poor squeeky hub in a decisive win.
Why is it that being need be this way?
Because, every being need's a
Saturday.
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poem by Talile Ali
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