WITTY in the last poem I wrote I told you the next shall be a poem with your name.... I have a longing in my heart.... The same sensation almost everyone has in their loin....I have a longing in my hands the same sensation people have in their hands....
WITTY your brown grey eyes, and polished brass skin makes my friends doodle over you.... I say this because last night mother asked about it.... It reminds me of the days we played paddles... Days before we parted... I really wonder if you miss me....
WITTY this days night aren't so warm especially during this rainy season.... I miss how you cooked for me.😄..cared for me.. I miss the utter loss of your words in your lips with lisps.... But im in Wonder... How do you do....
WITTY your brother thinks I am at bay.... I am the one that severed this institution... But should I tell him that your Bff promised to make soup with my radius and ulna??.... Should I tell him that the new dog in my compound isn't as friendly... Witty... Tell me...
WITTY tell me is it normal to dream about you daily... Is it OK when I stick back in the days where you were Barbie and I was the doll.... I remember...The silly games... The sad songs... The many poems.. the whole world knew about you... All about us.... Witty.. I can't come to terms with all this changes... I hope I will sleep early today.... We are a great couple in my dreams...
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