Love
Love had a chance,
Sold her feelings to his fans.
Made money out of her dance.
Everyone enjoys her at jams,
specially when she shows a prance.
Her owners thought she was in a safe hands.
After they took a glance,
They've now folded their arms.
Now Love stays in a crance,
And they've lost in slums.
The story is not just a stance,
but who got the charms,
To reorient the nature of love,
For that's what her owners can have.
Copyright © Anderson Solanmuse | Year Posted 2018
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