TORN PHOTOGRAPHS

Removed myself afar, far
Long before our departure
Love rode last, never complete
Unable to finish a welcoming sight

Stole myself from you by division
Ripped the life out of native turquoise
Torn photographs freed by remission
Torn photographs refused recognition

In a threesome by secret decree
You and another chained to satan
Private rooms within a penthouse
Brought filth's nasty to our egg nest

Dogs and Gouda, yeah I shoulda
If it wasn't for God I would have
Torn photographs void of feeling
Torn photographs less than appealing

Torn photographs
Divorced before you knew
Sleeping on the floor, why not
Anger and tears thought to shred
Ripped to pieces, torn photographs
Torn photographs

What a sense of relief
Your body tainted luke warm
Several others, stained sheets
Torn photographs tell my story

Our bed was a fiery hellhole
Where the brew of bitches spilled
Your back laid against the wall
After all you're the third generation

Prayed away the gifts of deception
Your way of buying my manhood
Torn photographs, my feeling of truth
Torn photographs held together by glue

Now you add a spare making it four
Abomination, adultery and fornication
Catching the red eye a straight up lie
Torn photographs, burned the negatives

Torn photographs
Divorced before you knew
Sleeping on the floor, why not
Anger and tears vow to shred
Ripped to pieces torn photographs
Torn photographs

Torn photographs
Your pound of flesh
Taken without blood
Where truth pleads the fifth

Torn photographs
Re-fried they use you
Torn photographs
Where truth now suicides


Torn
Torn to pieces
Torn
Torn photographs don't lie

Torn
Torn to pieces
Torn
Torn photographs goodbye



Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2014
Al rights reserved by author 2014








Poetry by France England
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Written on 2014-07-03 at 00:10

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