Proudly a Murderer
Judge me, all ye judges
All ye, without guilts.
Spit your verdicts
I'm prepared lick the muck.
.
Point fingers at me
Men with polished nails.
Condemn me
Men with vile tongues.
.
Guilty!
I plead
To all charges
Levied at me.
.
I desire sanctions
Appropriate measures, ruled.
.
'I was asked out
As a life long mate
I concurred
For I was yet a lad.
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Days died, days lived
Months grew old and grey
Years rode on life's rolling-coasters
I was deeply in love's depth.
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My first love
Took me out on dates
Made me believe, I did believe
None was better, none would ever.
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I believe the lies
For they seemed true
Now, do I realize
Truthful lies are lies too.
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My first love: my past
Died last night,
I did hit him with a bat
Before dawn births its light.'
Copyright © Akinlade Seyifunmi Sky | Year Posted 2017
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