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The End
Realized with some real eyes that you were an idea not an actuality and I’m over concepts I need concrete reality
Golden words with a silver tongue judiciously spun in sheep clothes
Foreign to the ways of man drawn to the indulgent hoes
Rooted knee deep in your childhood woes
You live in the dim wit of the lime light of what you believe to be truth
Living an alternate reality of past situations and obstinate obligations of what you believe to be you
I want to lay your head on my breast and rub pink lotion through your nappy head
And lull you to sleep
If only to see the boy you once use to be
Distended from your d*** end we are no longer connected
And my mind withers wilting dripping thoughts of regret onto my racing heart infected with your rejection
Words escape me as I try to feed you my understanding
Weak with thoughts of strength I indulge in your selfish meanderings
To become what I thought to be an addition of the subtraction some bygone skeleton stole from me
You thought me weak to succumb to just c** shots and crude words
I thought me valiant as I tried to rewrite the ruined nights with a dalliance of not love but at least………..maybe romance
You thought me stupid as I met your carefully constructed arrogance with diligence
I thought me stuck holding hope on the corner of doubt at a fork in the road of unwillingness
Lost met Confused
Know How countered I know
Past intercepted actuality
Chance was taken but not given
And in the beginning there was ending
But freedom is blissful departure from the deep end of this life lesson I refuse to be repressed in
So I smile at what once was with the boy that could never be
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