skillz tha poet

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Their World of Love

she gave out her heart,
he squeezed it,
crushing it to pieces barely collectable,
she gave out her love,
he turned and stared,
backing up a few yards,
in quick feet kicked it away,
she ran sad,
a tear shed,
he sent it back,
a fist clenched,
a blow a thud sounding,
another black eye,
she tried to mourn,
drowning and choking in screams,
whimpering,
a stray dogs' cry,
wished to run away,
she could never brake the chain,
scared of a loners' world,
slave of a spell,
a wing-endowed childs' arrow poison,
that through her flesh did land,
bullseye!
a shot that never missed,
heard she was an angel,
sent from grounds above,
a eve from a garden chased,
left to curse,
he never was a beast,
he never was a monster,
trails to a dark childhood,
a jack made dull from way then,
reasons for his loud silence,
mocked and bullied,
a drug crippled mother,
an alcoholic father,
a racist brother,
and a whore for a sister,
an alter ego born,
escape from this a hell,
he grew in hate,
a root firmly anchored in a heart,
he knew nothing about smiles and grins,
never heard of laughter,
joy was so coy,
only frowns and yells,
flying bottles,kicks and fists,
an art learnt at home,
hate hookers and drunkards,
hated women and accent crippled men,
a flame he could never put out,
and so they live,
sadly,
forever..


©2011

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