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Misloved
She uh... I don't know where to start from.
Wholesome atop; shackles at the bottom.
For every scars of love, I keep an album.
Flipping every pages like the leaves from the autumn,
From being misloved, my heart's become an asylum.
I used to be happy, I was once happy.
I scream out loud in anger, without a sounding sound.
In looking, I've looked but can't find me around.
To let go of love, I wish I could ably.
Like a lost rhythm, I play a boring sound.
Thankful for the love, the care, and the reject.
Back to being me, a lone wolf I would expect.
A bittersweet love carves a path to self-destruct.
I blame it all on me and a little less on love
I love you more, but I must be my own beloved.
Betwixt life and death is a tiny little living,
Suspended in the air like a dream catcher dangles.
Love must survive, only for the ones that are willing.
A face endeared to marks, would make a pretty album.
For every scars of love, I have really kept an album.
© Akinwole Samuel Olalekan
Wholesome atop; shackles at the bottom.
For every scars of love, I keep an album.
Flipping every pages like the leaves from the autumn,
From being misloved, my heart's become an asylum.
I used to be happy, I was once happy.
I scream out loud in anger, without a sounding sound.
In looking, I've looked but can't find me around.
To let go of love, I wish I could ably.
Like a lost rhythm, I play a boring sound.
Thankful for the love, the care, and the reject.
Back to being me, a lone wolf I would expect.
A bittersweet love carves a path to self-destruct.
I blame it all on me and a little less on love
I love you more, but I must be my own beloved.
Betwixt life and death is a tiny little living,
Suspended in the air like a dream catcher dangles.
Love must survive, only for the ones that are willing.
A face endeared to marks, would make a pretty album.
For every scars of love, I have really kept an album.
© Akinwole Samuel Olalekan
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