anteaus berryhill Poems

He saw death upon his eyes.
Tears made his brothers faces wet from being dry.
Blood that paints the dirt red.
The deaths he had seen is what he dread.
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Love is a crime when keepin a persons heart then hurt it to leave it into the dumps.

But my mind was loss and it was hypotize
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He is so lonely.

Feeling like he in a dead place.
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He got his head in the clouds.

Visioning million dollar dreams.
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As I bleed out my emotions.

Love letters I write.
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A pack of creatures
That walk and creeps.
Like scavengers in the woods.
Of different exposed hoods.
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Her love that I loss.
Her skin that is soft.
A girl like her, I will never come across.
But I found another treasure.
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He wish that he could fly over the seas.
And have the power of conquering on top of the mountains.
But he ask himself.
What is a king to a god.
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Searching and surviving for his sake.
Hunting for food that he must eat and take.
Howling to the skies in the night times.
His pack is suffering from hunger through hard times.
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I see her as my princess.
And to be honest.
I must digress.
In making a change in her life.
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