It was perfect, enraptured by music, out with my girl,
Letting our love unfurl, captivated, watching her twirl,
The food was exquisite, a palate full of sensory bliss,
And oh she’d exhibit, a pout unique of any other miss,
Indeed I still reminisce upon that deep lingering kiss,
Her eyes are my abyss, as her seductive tongue’s hiss,
Lures me to intertwine my love and spirit to enshrine,
My goddess divine, molding with her a new design,
Of a loving abode, upon a much less traveled road,
Where we bestowed a passion that could never erode,
Yet that’s when the river flowed.
Our rendezvous was interrupted, by a kid corrupted,
From ages of rolling face, but here’s when I erupted,
Not only did he cause a scene, but he grabbed at her,
Grabbing my queen?
He really should have foreseen the ravenous ravine,
That flowed from this teen as I shattered his spleen,
In that blink of an eye, I went from lover to fighter,
From fighter to monster, my choking grew tighter,
He dangled there limp, from the palm of my hand,
His eyes pleading as my furious fists started to land,
But the finale wasn’t so grand.
Police came upon the scene, my eyes, once green,
Now relive what should have been left unforeseen,
They start asking me my name, I say it’s Eugene,
Guiding me, telling me to wash my hands clean,
I shake, the adrenaline now feels bitter and drab,
I say to myself, “It was only a jab.”
I’ve had to much caffeine, and I’m only sixteen,
Behind this two way screen the cops reconvene,
Discussing the case, the remorse upon my face,
I’m a disgrace, my dad said so, why did I chase…
The devil on my shoulder as he tempted me so,
Now I’m trapped in a cell with nowhere to go,
Samantha’s on the outside, she’s still their prey,
I can’t save her because I’m a walking cliché,
A youth from the hood, locked away in a cell,
Seemingly, never leaving this hell.
Then one day it finally came to a climatic end,
The police eventually grew to comprehend,
That it was all in self defense, excessive yes…
But none the less, I was now rid of the stress.
When I came back, she didn’t have any love,
Since I almost killed a man over a little shove,
As for me, I blamed it on three months apart,
But for her those 3 minutes from my heart,
Where she saw fire engulf my emerald eyes,
Told her loving me, would only lead to cries,
Aborting our baby, removing me with a maybe,
Sifting back into drugs, going real crazy,
A life altered over 3 fickle glimmers of time,
Gone with the wind, lost in the chime.
See this is the story that molded my being,
That keeps me from this dream world seeing,
What each pull of this cigarette has in store,
Outside, where we've live through a war,
But this is what I use to sit back and rewind,
When writers block has me trapped in a bind,
I think back to my real life, my real emotions,
Then my pen hits the page and goes through the motions.
