Poem -

The gift

The gift

She sat in the warmth of water 
roses petals to sooth her thoughts
To cleanse her heart of love
Determine to forget

She named him her ..black diamond 

The one that covered her body with lust..a painted love

A mind ..in wanting..

She can hear her mother's voice..".leave him alone"

The moment she saw his blackness

The moment he took her Love...her life no longer her's.

Like torn pieces of skin of hope of sin loving him

Yet she lingered in change loving him....on and on

a monster in silk..a player a pimple....to her face....

forever lost..but lust in love and gifts of promises but had

Why did daddy gone to soon?
She cried ..she asked

Mommy became a silence of regrets....
in smoke...
the dope....to sad ..

to hard...the rock.
In silence.

But to her is love to this man....of change

A marriage ...a love ..
Now she sit in pool of roses

He too is gone ....in life.we never know whats next...
Yet i love him...mmmm

He must be in hell ....hahaha..ha.
A smile so needed.
 

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Lorris Morris

People life experiences....i write....not about me....lol....no one smile any more.

Must be ....the cell phone.

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