Postby sadeboi » Thu Apr 22, 2010 1:49 pm
Thoughts on the L Train:
They've stopped looking for love
No longer victims of deceit,
being lured in by captivating eyes
willingly surrendering their souls for sin;
A burning sensation of physical need
masked as romantic bliss
They unveil only to see their bodies exploding
Birthing tears of redemption
Possessed by a feeling they so desire
they step into the open blindly
with books bearing the only example of a happy home
for her mother laid alone,
little girls roam with broken muscles
pelvic pains and a shattered heart
measuring love by the depth the ceeb could reach.
Little boys dig deep between brown legs
searching for love they've never found at their mother's feet
he brands his pain with every thrust,
so her moans serve as mementos
anger breeds hatred,
dictating his daughter's path through her mother's hurt