© Katola Ajibola I.A

Love is pretty
Arranged with anxiety
Falling hopes are hopefully hoped
A person arrived as a lonely crowd
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Multiple's of crowd
With an happy State of mind
Flagabasted ends
With tearsof sorrowful mourn
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You dine with joy at your mist
Party will come and go
Permanent are you not
For infinity you can last not
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My clamouring no one hears
But in loneliness I mourn with clear
Love Ah!! Ah!!
A trap which thy set
A part which someone enters
With no suspiciousness
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Why!! Why!! Why!!
Art thou create the with
No thought of why
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When the party is over
A crowded home with a happiness
Will then be completely over
Then this repeat itself again all over
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The Rhythm of love
Have shown clearly
Feelings of the state
Blaming yourself
Dissapionted in yourself
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Rhetoricals begins with tears
Yelling to yourself with powerful noise
Putting yourself in herself
Soliloque with sad truth
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Human flesh never stay in a ish
Why thy not potraying the rain
It falls and never goes back
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I say In pain
In tears with no gain
It hurts cause you were blunts
By Katola'swords