Diad

Two morning greetings
Two goodnight kisses
On his silver watch he glances
While on her front door she waited
The other fakes her smile
For she knows she was trapped
Chained on her lips was an angel’s kiss
A crocheted thorns wrapped around her legs
A piece of knotted gold on the bedside table it lies…
Onto her right hand, a sealed, inked paper that binds
While on her left she carries an offspring of his kind..
Clueless she is, to the things that she fears
More than a widow she’ll be when he finds his bliss
Blinded is he with the delight that she brings
Vindicated but yet suffocated
Almost strangled by his woman’s grip
When God’s fist thumps these three hearts
To the devil you’ll beg just to find solace

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