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After life
I want to remember the better days
Before he hurt me in so many ways
someone who offered me nothing but support
My mind is something so easy to distort
He was broken so young... lived a life full of pain
But he always fought... a battle in vain
When I think of the things he made it through
I have to believe he wasn’t always so blue
A man full of love... and anger... so much rage
Trapped in a broken body... a truly horrible cage
It never stopped him from living, not without cost
I’m sorry to say, without him I feel so lost
Towards the end... he truly became lost in dispare
Isolated himself, thought there was no one who cared
But he always had me. I would never leave his side
I gave everything I had... something that gives me pride
I want to take solace that he finally has some peace
I wonder if that’s why I don’t feel much for grief
I want him to know i don’t have any hate
The life we both lived was guided by fate
So many things I wish I could still say
But now that he is gone... there is no way
The last thing I can do is ever say goodbye
The most I am able... shed tears... just cry
That Hustla...
Every day I’m hustlin...
Before he hurt me in so many ways
someone who offered me nothing but support
My mind is something so easy to distort
He was broken so young... lived a life full of pain
But he always fought... a battle in vain
When I think of the things he made it through
I have to believe he wasn’t always so blue
A man full of love... and anger... so much rage
Trapped in a broken body... a truly horrible cage
It never stopped him from living, not without cost
I’m sorry to say, without him I feel so lost
Towards the end... he truly became lost in dispare
Isolated himself, thought there was no one who cared
But he always had me. I would never leave his side
I gave everything I had... something that gives me pride
I want to take solace that he finally has some peace
I wonder if that’s why I don’t feel much for grief
I want him to know i don’t have any hate
The life we both lived was guided by fate
So many things I wish I could still say
But now that he is gone... there is no way
The last thing I can do is ever say goodbye
The most I am able... shed tears... just cry
That Hustla...
Every day I’m hustlin...
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