Bot

Joti Heir

My feelings I did know not

Just magic is what I sought wrought

In you I founded it not

But I tried to create in you my bot

Of course you are not my bot

So it didn’t sticker though

I say thank goodness for it

But you are a sticky dough

Just when I think you are gone

You enter with your putrid flow

Old times I was a weak sought

Now I  forted my heart

Entrance in there is not

My me is a wicked bot

Come again besot

My defences will quash dot

Reborn is my thought

And in it you exist not

Best wishes

Love me bot thought