उनसे दूर I FELT SORE My heart broke, my mind woke, Her tongue insulted, as the fire stoked, A bitter concoction, My heart skipped, my jeans ripped, It's fashion, My coins tipped, after the drink, I sipped, It's passion, Then my feet slipped, my mind dazed, My teeth hurt, my thoughts crazed, My tooth broke, I didn't get phased, Mouth slurringly spoke, Instruction, But the day that always was to come, Wasn't coming anymore, The girl I thought a queen, Was just another whore, I felt sore, But that was ages ago. @andagutu #akiyou #goldenweaver ©Andy Agutu #PoetInYou