Like a smoker to matches
I've sold my heart to her
I will go everywhere you go,
No doubt, I'm the cowboy
And you are his guilding rod;
SweetBunmi, you let me swaying
In between halt and hits
I feel lifeless, i am floating
In midst of hell and high waters
She will make pits in my sky to cry
She will drop tears so i can smile
She will switch on the sunlight
I dont know anything about you,
But i want you to predict my future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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