He wore a concrete mask
Spread himself so thin and wide
most thought it was
a fad
Spared the visit to the abortionist
clinic
who said we wont
retract
Now he's left to wonder back
to the breasts that made him crack
Annoying as it sounds he still believes
that hope is the other side of chance
Young men will never realise her needs
They rove and romp to thrill
As pain continues to bring her back
Wish she could sound the crack
Fear makes him take her back
she moans but still she pawns
She's knows he's sure, she knows he'll come
sand has mixed with sand
Hope is a monster nurtured through tears
that faith will never take back
Its time to remove the concrete veil
and bury the furrows she bagged
The sun will shine to mock her back
You know its them I cant trust
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May 2016
Hacienda
