I can’t even see the boy I once was anymore; she’s the girl all the bad guys want anyway but how bad is really too bad. Behind The Love… like her I can only see the face of the beast and no longer all the arrows in my back, digging to my heart.
Like a bra clasp
Both loved and attacked
Yet I am unable
And find myself labeled
For distrust
Perverted lust
Finally, at last…
No I am bad
Things that I will do
Out of wanting you
I’d tell you everyday
My words are waste
Unbridled, not held
Is this Heaven or Hell?
Wanting to reveal
The way you make me feel
Glad you’re happy
I’m in misery
Even when I nap
Can’t forget that
This is the dark
With my broken heart
If only to open
Have true love spoken
What is fact?
There is something I lack
You have such a pretty face
I still want, wait, and anticipate
You’ll see much
Behind this beast is love
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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