My sweet LaBella
Secrets are taking over me
I have to make room in my soul
They have nowhere to call home
Throw off your shackles and lead your life
They pester me like ticks on a man’s skin
My heart has no purpose
My poor soul is ravished
You laid a leach on my heart
On my soul!
Unburden these chains
Do you have the secret tablets?
Who possesses the secrets to bliss?
Cement our future
Pregnant me with imagination
I have not yet read a poet that compelled me to read him
With blood on my hands
My soul cries out
Cut out my heart!
Snatch the locks from my head
If I am not cured of this distain you will forfeit your vitals
They know you love me king??
I promise I will return and grow old by your side
Throw of your shackles and lead your life
Resign from this tyrant of tongues
Is winning everything?
Or is knowing?
I will place my hands on your crown
And place it on my sons head
Those that will breathe this life in the next millennium
What sad souls
I am riding the embers of these aches
I am LaBella
And I will die alone
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