I'd come for you. In the desperate truth. But now... I'm endowed. Endowed by the powers that be. Powers of me. For I no longer a child that you see. But a power wild and free. For you may curse my name. But I have... survived after... swallowing wolfsbane. For now I say. I am stronger. On the other side. And I will linger on this note any longer. For I am not going hide from the desperate move. For this is not a ruse. For I am a man. Not a youngin. And as I grow. My own children are whom of which I shall be hugging. For you shall not stand in my way anymore. For calling my WOMAN a b**** is what I abhor. For you may be grown but act like a child you do. And yes I love you. But i have a life to live. But a token for my soul death shall not give. For now I must go. And my decision must not sway. For we have parted ways. For I am no longer the child you once had known. And now the coop I have flown. For the time we had together was nice. But now by my absence. You must pay the price.
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Truth Through Tribulation. Hope Through The Darkness.
Roman d'amourThis is my life's truth. If you are ready for some hardcore truth poetry. THIS IS THE TRUEST YOU WILL SEE. For my poetry isn't just soul speak. But it also makes you think.
