I remember a time when I used to smile,
Not for one day, it lasted a while,
Sometimes ecstatic, high off life,
Other times just content, no need for a knife,
Then one day it happened, I was deeply in love,
T'was a gentle as a feather, she was as graceful as a dove,
I gave out my heart, for my mind would not rest,
Only thinking of the girl, who was sweeter than any breast,
But this poem I tell you, isn't one about love,
It's not about a girl who was considered a dove,
It is about my happiness and where it had went,
This girl I had mentioned was twisted and bent,
No beast could match match her cruel vile heart,
She lured me in, then tore me apart,
With a flick of her tongue, and a bellow from her chest,
My happiness was gone, it was put to rest,
Now I stand here, hurt and alone,
Wishing with all my mind, from within my dome,
That one day I might find someone suited to me,
To feed me with love and bring back my glee.
-Corey Lowey
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Inner Demons: Homecoming
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