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devante moore Sep 2015
He doesn't quit
Until his knuckles are numb
Or his arms become to heavy to lift
Bruised and swollen
He stands over her, panting  
Like a predator
After a long chase of its prey
His fist are Bone breakers
And he keeps her in place with these
To afraid she doesn't leave
He hit so she will behave
Harder just in case she becomes to brave
When he's drunk his fist cascade down upon her
Until her ribs sing
She ***** up and take blow for blow
Until finally
She's gifted unconsciousness
From the transactions of his fist
devante moore Sep 2015
People always leaves
There friendship and love weak as the summer breeze
Torn themselves off your woven sleeve
Nothing is forever
Their only here for a moment
Quick to disappear as a sneeze
Offered to be around for whatever you need
But can't be found
Promises to help you tear away your suffocating past
But when times get tough gone in a flash
Nothing is forever
Helped you build a foundation of new love
But never there to finish the construction
When they leave it's always in distruction
Turns out they were really here for nothing
Nothing is forever
devante moore Sep 2015
This is getting harder then before
Putting words together
Like cutting hide from a boar
When I was with you
Ink flowed out of my pen
Each stroke undoubtedly written by you
But now writing is getting harder to do
Who knew
Everything I wrote was inspired by you
But now my well runs dry
Everything I start gets casted into a fired
Caught up in the flames
Before it can see the light of day
Trapped behind a wall of shame
I lost the will to write When I lost you
Now the ink in my pen is empty
devante moore Aug 2015
Why do we write
Maybe to help us fight
To express with words
Maybe to show everyone an insight
To show what we've been through
A way for you to pull through
Is this an outlet for you
Or just harmless fun
Why do we write
Is it to show the world what you stand for
Maybe to express
Trying not to repress the angry,bitterness and sadness within you
This is how we escape
Get away from what's hurting you
Our own never land
Built in our minds
Shown like blue prints through the lines you read
Our own Galaxy we create
Out of pain we make
Through struggle these words were conceived
Why do we write
Who knows just read
devante moore Aug 2015
She wanted him to want her
She had plans to **** the kindness in his heart with her wickedness
That was her evil deed
Said she would do anything to please
Whatever the request she would meet his needs

His lust of the flesh kept him trapped here
Intertwined in her arms
He's not a drinker
But his head rushed from the beers
Falling for her seduction one of his fear
But heard giving in was sweet from his peers
He was weak anyway
When it came to sin
It soaked in his skin
Became an ink stain within
Hard to remove
*** is what he wanted
But for that he would have to give up his soul

No love would be involved
She assured him
Let's keep this simple
Know one would ever know
That girl your dating wouldn't discover this ***** secret
What we do hidden
Between me and you
Give in like you did with the photos
Baiting him
Worlds silky smooth
Sweet like honey
Convinced him to set his innocence aside
He was angry inside
As much as he didn't want to do it
He finally gave in to her seduction
devante moore Aug 2015
What was one dreamed
Died before it could live
Plans of this
Gone before it could be birth
Back into the depth of the earth
Buried deep down in me
Thought it would happen in this lifetime
Silly me
Love a shadow I could never see
Cast out
Faded right in front of me
Hidden by a blazing rage
Burnt out
Thought it would be she
But not in this lifetime
Not for me
Once a dream
Long died before it could be seen
Love
Not in this lifetime for me
Maybe in another lifetime
She...
We...
Maybe in another lifetime
devante moore Aug 2015
He wasn't a gambler
Anything risky with his heart he didn't take
Feelings compromised by false mistakes
All the chips he has
Kept safe
To selfish to place them on the table to play
Past bets almost emptied his bank
Lessons taught him what you lose isn't greater then what you gain
Always rolled snake eyes
Seven or elevens he didn't see
Until one day
He met the one
Promises of love brought out his chips
Now he was back in the game
At the gambling table
Chips in a neat row
But one by one they started to go
Every roll or a play of cards
He start to see she wasn't what he wanted
He lost more then what he wanted to get
Her promises of love
Didn't win him any chips
She was a counterfeit
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