She Was. . . .
By: Prayer
One Sunday morning,
Until 5 in the afternoon.
Rain started pouring,
Until I sat next to you.
Drops of tears hit the umbrella,
Your face was pale white.
I attempted poetry acappella,
But you just wanted to cry.
The moonlight shined down,
The stars sprinkled in your eyes.
We walked around town,
until it struck midnight.
Returning home was a nightmare,
Father was so damn drunk.
But what did the whites care,
You were already fucked.
Another page into my chapter,
The whiskey on my bedside.
She made me punch a pastor,
And grow a pair of red eyes.
She turned me into a monster,
This beast within the night.
And then when I lost her,
Down came the fuckin’ sky.
My chest heaves in pain,
And my eyes burn so damn bad.
She was the blood in my veins,
The only thing I had.
She was the soul within me,
The whole heart within deep.
This emotion that rarely shows,
She was the only thing I had to hold.
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