The two takers took to the start, their heads grew
with the fumes and they thought themselves smart.
But She was harmless, too heartless and headless to start with,
soon one was consumed and then thereafter parted.
Your Patience is a waste of your time
he kept reminding her, but it was fine to draw lines
as long as they weren't defining her. “ cut a couple
more, the floors couldn't be shinier. And do us a dance
its my man’s first time here.”
“I wanna make a show out of this”, “ a sick game”,
A fowl minded sin for men that know no shame.
the praying sick side of a man that cant be tamed.
“After all she’s mine, only my mind can be blamed. “
I drew the lines a week ago today: It’s “hideous” and
riddled some will even try and say of it
But My mind seems to sway very little on this day.
And I wont apologies for how he likes to play.
these straight lines will leave you mindless.
They’ll wind you up on the other side of kindness,
one too many times to wanna find it.
