"ayola" poems
You are the Mecca that honey the bear
The tan that slumber the night
You make the day just a light of thunder
What is your name?
Yank your smile when my bridge comes
You make the heavens weep in glory
Don’t reorient your temerity after all
What is your real name?
I won’t tell them is Ayola
I won’t confide your real love
Not even the night would hear this
What is your name?
Let me invite your soul to dine
Ayola am sorry I never called you back.
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 8:16 AM UTC