We started with love.
Well, I did.
I started with love when I laid eyes on her behind, Le derrière of life.
I was pulled into a wormhole, only her slap could wake me up from.
We slipped into hate.
Well, she did.
Till with my charm I pulled her right back
For a Yoruba demon never gives up.
A carousel going back and forth, we ride from love to hate to love again.
I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave,every single time.
Today, today is no exception.
She will be back.
©Belema.S.Ekine
(belemascribbles)
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 6:18 AM UTC
We started with love.
Well, I did.
I started with love when I laid eyes on her behind, Le derrière of life.
I was pulled into a wormhole, only her slap could wake me up from.
We slipped into hate.
Well, she did.
Till with my charm I pulled her right back
For a Yoruba demon never gives up.
A carousel going back and forth, we ride from love to hate to love again.
I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave,every single time.
Today, today is no exception.
She will be back.
©Belema.S.Ekine
(belemascribbles)
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