Lungs filled with smoke, <br />He speaks of love.. love.. love.. <br />The only thing that makes a Man kneel to the ground and bow.. <br />He speaks of her.. as if Queens of heavens and Lovers of everlasting. <br />His Love I could tell.. would never subside.. <br />He tells... as I sat with him.. <br />'I cant seem to let your mother go...' <br /> <br />I almost broke down.. seeing my own mom, torture him, by showing up with other men.. <br />What is this? ! Love isnt a game. <br />She cried for years.. she makes him do the same.. <br />He lost over 30 pounds.. lost his belly that made him so proud. <br />He walked among the streets with lies on his back.. <br />as if a 'Kick me' sign was stapled into his old poor soul. <br /> <br />He told me.. looked in my eyes.. 'Son, love hurts...' <br />He emptied out his pockets.. with less then 200... <br />giving me half.. <br /> <br />He tried to make a joke out of it all.. <br />making things serious.. to the point.. where he started to cry.. <br />a cig to his mouth.. <br />for years of seeing him.. <br />I finally see a side that made me respect him.. <br /> <br />Gambles, Lies, Cheats.. put aside.. <br /> <br />Today I can honest say.. <br />I am not ashame.. He has done all he can.. <br />Tho I've hated him more than half my life.. <br />He deserves respect..<br /><br />Dislocated Heart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-smoke-with-clouded-thoughts/
