Follow the moon
for it attimes leads the beast to pasture
The footprints at the shore, tiptoe
Traipse through the cold floors of the neglected heart, corroded doors
Bespattered with heavenly promises that tastes of venomCome hear
The deepened cries of your beloved daughter
Exactly like those i did when my hymen you teared asunder
As you moaned, groaned like the strong winds of the harmattan
As you carelessly swayed yonder my future
Lying bare to the dogsCome see
A miniature of the face you once fell for
A face you faced as I frowned with gusts and deep shrieks
that reminded of the dry deep thrusts
As you stared at my freckles as stars, now as scarsFigure out your way back
For your daughter needs a stern father figure
Just before her edges and curves enfigure
Take her out for dates
Before other stray men book out her dates
Make her feel loved just before she sees love from the lustrous eyes of the fuck boys
See how beautiful she is
Right from your eyes
To make her safely perch in the skies upMake haste!
Oh papa
Its not about the nights so cold
For I've tasted the wrath of your shoulder
Not about being lonely
For I find comfort in solitude
Mistake not my heart cries for hurt cries
For I never want her to see my tears tearing her
Just come see your daughter for her to live happily ever after
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PoeTree
PoesieThis is a compilation of words that burn to the core the rudiments of love and mends the broken backs of love and seals cracks