IF I WERE MY BAE.

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🖼️Model: Qwin.
📸 SAAD SHOTS.
 (My Rhapsody of Love)
If I were My bae,
I would take me out,
I would rape me when we are together.

If I were My bae,
I would bathe me,
I would then sing songs until I sleep.

If I were My bae,
I would warm me bathing water every morning in our small apartment,
I would then make sure I am smart before I go for a hustle.

If I were My bae,
I would serve me breakfast,
I would understand cassava and tea every morning is not a sin.

If I were My bae,
I would kiss me every time i want,
I would kiss me even at the funeral-never scared of hungry mourners.

If I were My bae,
I would know that loving me is part of our vows,
I would hate me if I cheated on me.

If I were My bae,
I would give it all to trust me,
I would make me promise every morning never to cheat on me.

If I were My bae,
I would love me,
I would be me.

If I were My bae,
It would be sweet,
Unfortunately I am not my bae.
© George William Ochago.
 The Tired Poet.
 (This is for the Rhapsody of My Love).

Comments

  1. Tick DABJune 29, 2022 at 4:00 PM

    This could be love😇😇😇

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  2. Muwanguzi GodwinJuly 15, 2022 at 9:40 AM

    A good one, sadly, u are not your bae😂😂😂

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    1. George The Tired PoetAugust 1, 2022 at 9:59 PM

      So,what do I do to make 'My Bae' be me or be the way I want to handled 🧐.

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