In her heyday
She was like an ocean
Calm, cool, collected
She was someone who could make a waveIn her heyday
She was a strong black Queen
Who ruled with an iron fist
Who had the voice of a angelLater in her life
She became more and more vibrant
Her family grew
But she never cared for she knew to love them anywayLater in her life
She met the lover who made her truly smile
He moved her heart
He made her sing like a young girl againThis was a contract love
One that could not last for long
One that she knew wouldn't last
One that she held ontoThis was a contract love
That would end her life
That would upset her family
That she cared for more than anything elseShe chose 'IT' over
Her friends
Her lover
Her familyShe chose 'IT' over
Her life
Her vibrancy
Her dreamsShe let this disease
Take over her mood
Take over all her years of hard work
Take over her everythingNo more
Seeing her family and friends
Playing cards at the table
Laughing when her grandchildren made a mistakeNo more
Spending time at Christmas together
Watching over the great grandchildren grow
Witnessing as your great grandchild graduate from highschoolAll because
You were ready to go
God whispered into your ear to "come home"
You were too tired of fighting
You wanted to find your peaceAll because
You were impatient to go
You were ready
You felt that we would be readyI hope you're happy, you're dead to see the rest
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Devil Chronicles
PoesíaPoetry written by a sarcastic little devil with sincere emotions...