niakeva thomas

Rookie - 57 Points (March 8,1992 / Chicago, Illinois)

This Curse - Poem by niakeva thomas

Our love is like a game of Russian roulette,
Or the betting of one’s heart, and in return what do you get? ,
1,000 shattered souls or rivers full of once cried tears,
Lies are told so frequently that I’m bleeding from my ears,
But yet I listen to this madness, when I know none of its true,
Found the strength to walk away, but my soul cries out for you,
I can’t live without your love, because this pain I just can’t bare,
I try but I can’t live without you, I swear this love s*** just aint fair,
Our love is like a virus, with medication it’ll heal with time,
But we’re corrupted by this love s***, so f*** up in our minds,
That nothing can cure this illness, no doctors, no prescription, no meds,
Because we’re high up off this love s***, but only in our heads,
And we keep waiting for it to hit us, praying one of us will make it through,
Hoping one of us will find the strength, but in the end neither of us do,
So we’re right back to this love s***, and it’s only getting worse,
Maybe one day we’ll find the strength to break this love, this spell, this curse,

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 30, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, February 6, 2012

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