Crooked

You started with fusty love,
Telling yourself myths of passions and affection,
You dwell on the saying love is blind,
Until the day of conjugal bind,

It dawned in a great deal,
You've been playing yourselves,
No love really exist,
Its just obsession,
Obsession to material things.

You never planned for the future,
You never planned to have kids,
But God gave one to your care,
To tend and love her,
How will you love a kid?
When you've failed to love yourself.

Nagging is the waking call,
Throwing fists for the noon,
You war like knight till night,
You hurt not only yourself but this kid,
Turning her to a slave of circumstance.

Her tears, cries for help,
Seeking for a lasting help,
Her future is on the line,
Will you severe the line?
Will you kill her in her prime?


©Fab_du_solvic