Yola

Nervous at a white man's club, she acts she tells me, dressed like a Cherub, results are always the same, what it means to greet, old men within this game, circumstances of our blood, bring no guarantees, private rooms and alcohol rubs, she sometimes seeks the flame, when she can't sleep, this life's no nosegay, she laughs at sailing Doves, they swoop away carefree, puts away her medical scrubs, how do you measure love, do you look to the sea, wonder if anything's above, always try to be serene ?