*WASTE OF EFFORT*
I steal glances at you all day
I strain for every word you say
I put every other chore aside
To follow every of your stride
But all that is a waste of effort
Love itself is a loss of thought
Yet my mind soul and heart
Would not lemme see right
So I muster more morale
To save my soul from sale
I go from different hairstyle
To the explore of ample clothes style
Go from several cap views
To different pricey pairs of shoes
Even to the million miles for perfume
And to the thousand stores of costume
All just to get rejected in the end
Like a marlian son of a Reverend
It's a bittersweet experience
For I gained wisdom and sense
I wasted my time and moments
Just to gain comments and torments
It was full of fantasies and lust after all
And love was a waste of effort in overall
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Abdulazeez Abdullah Abayomi
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