by Bamukunda Hillary
Why him?
I see the tatters of my heart
Scattered all at your feet
Yet I have to pick them again
And you receive them back
He stands as a deceit for my trust and loyalty
Don't let him be...
He hasn't equalled what I set out to do
Give me chance...
I believe in his treachery
But I can preach better
I know I can't be him
But I can be hilarious myself
As I always ask
Why him?
From:
Uganda
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Bamukunda
Last updated September 07, 2016