Black Poetry : Three Bullets sealed their Lips

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THREE BULLETS SEALED THEIR LIPS: No Heroes; No Villains
By Andre Austin

The color red makes me Love mad
And all the throw back memories make me sometimes sad
Like a black bull charging a red flag
In the end the sword sticks me up into a body bag

Like past love from a far
True love is trapped inside a capsule glass jar
Hidden memories never to again unless I confess
She will never break open the incased cigar and put on that red dress

So I can then rise erect on full
And chase her like I was a stud bull
Love is so strong don’t even care if she’s sick with the flu
I still would suck her lips and saliva from inside of U

I want u back can I have you again
I want to see our love take a second sail
But her loveless Sheriff Husband will surely bring the pain
And plot to have his inmates kill all of us from jail

Its worthy of life to erect between her red hips
The three silver bullets would eventually seal our lips
Six feet under in a cemetery pit
A true love will always return for its last hit

For a kiss and some real love
She was my first true red Valentine Dove
A false love reflects the Tin-horned wanna be Sheriff Star
It don’t matter because my bottled up love is coming out of its jar
Im I the villain with the sin of wife stealing covetousness
And he’s no hero because he loved her less
And he took another women in the dark when he had the best
This super Love Triangle has produced a Hornets Nest
Nobody wins this freaky love fest because all three of us took the Long REST
 

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