I am like that rebellious teen
That experiences and always is keen
To make mistakes and sin
Yet I never let the pace ever bump
Untill I bump into a woman
Pure, loveable and kind
But I leave her behind
Like a doll hugging every teardrop
Signs of her memory stays
In my heart and gives me the stirs
The teenage me dries out of tears
Tell me how to hope back and forth
Behind my face a woman I don't know
While imprisoned within my affliction
and loneliness
Her features are carved with poisoned hunger
The memory of her laugh pursuits me
to kill me in the darkness
You my kind hearted the fault is mine
I committed death to waste time
Let the sleep come to my side
And give mercy to my tired face
Sadness I received early on my age
Is the only thing I can give away.
ShadiatiQue © 2010-2016
