Poem: To My Yori Yori Lover



Curry the past and thyme the present
It's hapless I can see through your thick lense of pretenses
Stop that story of your big aunty or uncle
The one living in New York who sends you many shoes with big buckles
I just want to love you
Don't get it twisted, I'm not a sucker for broke guys
I love money but definitely not lies
I value you as Akara
Not as a wanna be Chinese burger
Leave the adventures and face the future
Time waits for no one
My Yori Yori love, tomorrow may be rapture

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Unknown said…
Cool poem,.. It seems blogger is in love...

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