Wanted to swim across the ocean
Like every other man on the beach
But the vibe is not in the lotion
Which may tend to bleach
Never knew the depth
Before I dived too deep
Now I'm in debt
And it's a bit too late to weep
If you love you let it go
Theory out of the option
I can't even take a bow
The feeling is beyond attraction
It's late to call it a quit
But yet peace of mind I want
It's like I'm falling inside a pit
Yet my heart continue to pant
I want to preach the gospel
Without forsaking the rhyme
Draining all the sweetness of the apple
In the early days of my prime.
© Fisayomie_Da_Poet
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