01-03-2013, 12:26 PM
An endless love,
A perfect pitch.
Who would think,
Something'd miss?
On his neck,
A purple bruise,
Who but me,
To accuse?
My future in-law,
Dreaded the more,
Must scream in her mind,
"That skank, the whore."
I am, I am.
I accept the blame.
Don't forgive me.
I deserve the shame.
I thought it'd be cute,
A mark of love.
But my bullet,
Has shot our dove.
An endless love,
A perfect pitch,
Tainted by,
My selfish lips.
-DN9
A perfect pitch.
Who would think,
Something'd miss?
On his neck,
A purple bruise,
Who but me,
To accuse?
My future in-law,
Dreaded the more,
Must scream in her mind,
"That skank, the whore."
I am, I am.
I accept the blame.
Don't forgive me.
I deserve the shame.
I thought it'd be cute,
A mark of love.
But my bullet,
Has shot our dove.
An endless love,
A perfect pitch,
Tainted by,
My selfish lips.
-DN9