When Love plays a playboy

When a playboy Is in love He doesn’t know it He unknowingly Plays his game in clay Swiftly in his smartness He misses the path “don’t love” His fatal fall into a quicksand Yet, he doesn’t know it He thinks he is moving But Playboy has sunk half body His phone rung until death comes He would’nt answer till he cums He is busy with another And the others will still call He’s got a new phone line Thinking it means a new life He keeps dialing +234 This time not caring about fuck Playboy sleeps in her dreams With his eyes open He says to himself She is mean Playboy! You were brutal to love You cut off her wings And let that dove not fly Should you be proud That today Love grew up a hawk If you won’t accept her a dove you will have to deal with this Hawk When a playboy falls in love He falls with hawkish wings cut Deep down he would fall To the bottomless pit To a land of no return When love plays a playboy He becomes the game And love is doing the play So if you are a playboy Take your time before night Love will come in due time

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