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Nov 03, 2009
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My Boy and Me
These dark thoughts I have will not go away.
They sit just under the suface, tainting everything I say.
Should have never tasted, her blood red lips.
Should have never grabbed those, soft white hips.
Now I look behind, wonder why I didn't see.
Its like everything we did, didnt have anything to do with me.
Why I wonder what I could have done.
Now I'm left behind, broken with my newborn son.
My dark days seem like they are far from gone.
Tireless feelings, my nights way too long.
Her poison, pumps threw his veins.
Its all I have of her, its all that remains.
I guess I have to grow, so my boy
will never know.
His mother is, just another whore.
She sells herself, just so she can score.
I guess thats the way it has to be.
I will make sure my boy never has to see.
Still I can be happy cause its my little boy and me.
— KINGZOMBIE, Nov 03, 2009
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ziggy
16 years 7 months ago
inside of me
KINGZOMBIE
16 years 7 months ago
Thank You
Bonitaj
16 years 7 months ago
WHEW -
KINGZOMBIE
16 years 7 months ago
Glad you liked it
ziggy
16 years 7 months ago
hi again
KINGZOMBIE
16 years 7 months ago
You were right
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Dear King
kitkat
16 years 7 months ago
A powerful poem with strong
Candlewitch
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Zombie
KINGZOMBIE
16 years 7 months ago
Very Observant