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I am rotten to the core. I’ve killed my father and forgave him

Couldn’t I have just been older than fourteen, with the devil on my shoulder

And without concern for the women I gifted false promises to

Nothing wrapped and without love they and I watched the bunches leave

Nothing taken, nor shall I shed tears for your hollow soul

Oh, but it has all  become a bore now, your naked body and your speech

Though thinking, drinking, I still some how miss you

Standing, falling, sleeping, I still some how pray to you

Thankfully I accept this awkward walk and speech I received

Anything less wouldn’t be me and I come from a long line of fucked up Lees

Now, it does not mean I am ashamed, for I have love and live with untamed  

Dare the man or God to allow a flame to melt my heart for it is nothing but stone

On my own, I am just a half, as if someone ate me and I was too tart

Now, for if I grow with you, the sun, and mother earth

May I be ripe and sweet

Years of love making and story telling, though…

Our message of love has turned black and passion is routine 

Weddings and oaths is where love dies

Not even a God or authors can rewrite the history of us

Tattered and sore, you gazed your beat eyes towards something more

Weak and sick, I kissed you and felt a prick of endless pain

On my own I crawl, forgetting what my mother taught

Fearing that I must grow accustom to this ack 

Empty rooms, and teenage dogs 

Earning fame and loosing reasoning

Today I remember friends who took my hands and made me stand