A slap in the face, a cut on the wrist, I tear from your eye, and pain when you kiss. Love is so magical, but when it comes to this terror takes over. We cannot see the pain we are given and we still driven to this person who we love. A bruise on your eye, a spot on your chest, it hurts to bend down, and when getting dress. How do some get themselves in this mess? Because when it comes to this terror takes over. Love grows within each other, you find yourself in love. Not a fist that strikes your head or knockdown in your face, not even a push on the wall. Love blinds all, but not that blinded to see light, even a blind woman can see its light with her eyes shut, but when it comes to this terror takes over. No hit in the back, feel of disgrace, abuse of your mentally, or shove in your face can take away your pride and feel of place because you want better , but when it comes to this terror takes over.
I aim high
- ShardaePoet
- Houston, Texas, United States
- Hi everybody my name is Stacee' Lilly, but can be refereed to as Shardae Poet. This is because I write Poetry. I been writing for a while and trying to make my hobby into a career. In the summer of 2011 i will be majoring in Journalism and minoring in English at HCC. Within a year I will be getting a book together to put all my work in and if you like deep poetry, poetry that tells it like it is, but with a meaningful message. Then you should read my work. I write different kinds of poems sex, love, hate, abuse and etc., but in my book its mostly focused on Teens. So subscribe to be posted. And enjoy your visit Thank-You!
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