Love Patrol
love has come
and shot me down.
drowning in my own lust
i cant move or make a sound.
i've always been modest
the person to always speak.
for some reason, though,
love has made me weak!
i reported the incident
to the local love patrol
but instead of defending me,
they made me pay a toll.
"love is a priviledge, and you seem to be selected."
"dont question why you....just love him and be respected."
dang, i guess that was true to me.
the love patrol had been paid to protect
the love that shot me!!!
Copyright © Queshia Parker | Year Posted 2010
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