She met a Renegade on this
by Tola Fola Olowolafe
ride going north.
His reckless soul has no leash, belonging to no one, not even himself.
I met my Renegade at
a dinner party.
I tried wooing her.
To woo a Renegade,
I must be of all and of none,
a lover of all shades of colors.
Her Renegade is predictable,
but only in his unpredictability.
My Renegade seduce the attention
of all and holds none of their glances.