A slow turtle, with a heavy back.
Wanted to sprint like the dotted cat.
He was sad because he didn't know his limits,
Devastated after seeing the results of his speed per minute.
Poor turtle knew a little about himself
Grew up among cheetah, thinking he was one self.
Speed was thing where he wanted to be the best.
Without even enjoying the process itself.
Sunday 12th June 2022 7:31 am
A cup of emotion, that’s what I am
I pour it out, upon your hands
I’ve never been the one for that, you’ve changed me
before you I was nothing
My life made of constantly bluffing
It’s difficult to open up
To be, this little cup
You’ve helped to put me in my place
You’ve Helped me through this little race
Although I’ve thrown you for a loop
You’ve always seemed to com...
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