DUET ' LOVE IS A JAILER '

DUET ' LOVE IS A JAILER '

ABU:

Deep in my heart, days's weeps;

Bunch of rotten rods of iron, homed my veins,

the darkness, avert my empty soul,

for days of cries are ranged with white chains.

AJAKAYE:

Jailing the icy voice of my choice,

bunch of banana in unripe jealousy,

this smoke heats me than the richest hell,

a professional morning program a crime?

ABU:

My heart suffers in your detention;

Worthless in depth of verge, I sought for freedom,

beaten back by my sounds echoes,

sat alone waiting for the loose.

AJAKAYE:

My smiles suffers only your unpredictable call,

even my sea shore is a lonely wolf,

no legs but yours breathes after a crazy work day,

losing petals of Jordan opportunities.

ABU:

Set your hands off me, you rotten;

Go ! Above the vain of vanish ambush,

rest your keys, my heart deserves me,

freedom, to light out from shut window of years.

AJAKAYE:

You carry my golds chains around your Othello,

Aweja in me belongs to love of birches,

seizing my Vivo Android and issuing tonosobe

for your soup, are we alive?

ABU:

Encompassing the night of flies;

My body: a map too swollen,

the ground melting my heart to suffer.

My tongue taste for shackles;

The sun, hiding away from eye set !

AJAKAYE:

My face because a road of tears,

a forceful danger ahead in the bedroom,

the might that strikes the wood of affection,

burning burning burning the office,

squashing the eggs of Love's law.

ABU:

Where on Earth does my heart resides?

The prison of love; a siege.

The jail of love; a cast !

ABU QAANIT'S PEN

and

AJAKAYE RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO

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