Passion, feels like
something to remember


a tree before
"timber!"


Passion

the heat hottied embers
that make her quiver

a thing of the past when
those moments of joy
no longer exist

sitting on the pot
to rot stuck

Danny Glover
tied to a bomb

a lethal weap

kept

under

used


f u c k e d


the great love
hate relation

s h i t


you turned into that
so called;


d i c k


she learned to be that
ho called;


b i t c h


neither one call

leaving both deceiving

no feeling to scratch
an otherwise awkward itch

the clock "ticks"

luck is like
life

as life
is like passion

b i t c h i n g
her out

d i c k i n g
me down

the passion
crashing
when one
hits

the ground

Good write D, but sucks that this is what realtionships turn to....some of them, anyway....good to read you again

I would be lying if I said I didn't miss your replies. Thank you MisKim.


You just inspired me to write another one today

powerfully intense as it is the reality of life now, seems like the more we improve technically, the more we decline morally.....Life's a ***** in of itself, too bad we are still associating our inadequacies upon the women of the world....and to think, it all started over an apple...lmao

much enjoyed

Sorry I couldn't be here for a bit....and thank you....glad I could inspire you in some way