mark king Poems

Have not’s become what if’s

What ifs become have’s
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I whispered in her ear like the wind
If you really love me?
I have ten grand for a Vegas wedding
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Ruins
by mark deviant king

broken and hurt
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I am the ghetto
The dirt underneath
It rains pain
And hope
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Everywhere

In this old place
Packed with rednecks
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An empty darkness
Spreads outside
My window pane
Watching me
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the light couldn't be seen
even though
it shined from her
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I'm wondering
when they will catch you
like you snared me
years ago
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speak to me
in sorrows

let me confess
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I’m both good and bad
Even though Momma
Always called me trouble
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