Thug Love Letter
thug love letter
I only hope that you will drink these words i say to you, and be drunken by
my every emotion, as i hold the key to our childhood, while i testify for your
love as if u were given a life sentence for my crime. Thinking for these past 5 years
grow old,
while watching our people's lyfe suffer growing older than having to die withought thats
given thoght our question, why? Darkened by the shadows of my brest, like the two
smuthered
blackberries that we use to surive on. only surviving our last test.
pouring out are my emotions, my tears along with my past. Have I not Suffered phyiscally
and poetically.
are my words words yet enough to be cut deep by your tears while watching your ears
bleed, as you would be drunken by the last drop of my sexuality. While Our Days Began to
grow cold, and we too began to grow old so now our love has outgrown.
I too, am ready to be loved, and be drunken by your every emotion, tasteing the last drop
from your lips.
Copyright © Quanisha Johnson | Year Posted 2005
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