At your thought
Words disappeared
I did them sought
But none appeared
At your touch
I lose sight
You don’t do much
But my veins fight
At your voice
I stand erect
Can’t say a choice
And not a defect
These feelings,
This thought,
These thrillings
has me caught.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)
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