August 13, 2016

The Woman I killed a little


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.

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