Claim I am frigid
I won't bend to your will
Spread far into your deceit
You scream out my reluctance
You naughty town crier
Just wait till I succumb
Lost love is all you'll become
Tug angrily at my strong will
Fight shabbily at my zeal
Hold firm your false beliefs
As you hold on to horse tail Clouds
Dance high in skylines
Ghosts of White Buffalo's
Shedding their moulting skin
So far away from home
Cloaked in burnt orange
I offer you my porridge
Swiftly your fear is gone
You sing wide my false praise
Then i find I’m alone again
Chasing you round in vain
I learn hard of your deceit
The victorious return to innocence
***Copyright 2016***
***Busola Elegbede***
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