She use to be the coolest girl until love f**ked her world
Left with a bitter taste and a boo face replaced love with hate
But wait
Category: relationship
Will Hold My Pen To Bed, Poetry by Ibrahim Olalere
I will hold my pen to bed
When the day comes with no words for poetry
I will dream of our infant voices
as mother warns us to quit the dashes
Yet we will run into to the kitchen
Hiding and seeking
Happy and smiling
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