When we had first been
Personally acquainted
A picture of herself
Was perfectly painted
Not so long after
My life force she drained it
Somehow masterfully
I was able to sustain it
Maintain a portion
Of such vivid distortion
Sort of like emotional abortion
Taken the life
From the moment of conception
From her there seemed
To be no kind of protection
Then I realized how she was so pitifully tainted
And I no longer saw the picture she painted
At first respected
But now rejected
Because of her
I am now polluted and infected
Infected by the injection of pain
Now I feel some of her disdain
She being a passive aggressive person
Smile in your face
While under her breath she’s cursin
I’ve cried for her in moments of prayers
Because she’s the way she is
With so many iron wall layers
Because her child hood too
Was too quickly taken
Any and all forms of love
From her had always been forsaken
So she grew up not knowing
How true love really could be
So she doesn’t know how
To accept it from me.
I love her dearly
Even though she is more than slightly tainted
Hopefully together
A beautiful ending could be wonderfully painted!
SkTzO