Let her Heal Now

I know many dudes or girls would hate me for this,but still,the truth has to be spoken!i extracted this from my poetry pages!P.S,not a book yet!

I tuned into her thoughts when i was able,
with this poetically connected cable,
psychic poet,
iTunes into lost souls like apple,

Just the one smile,the cliché 'hi' makes them fall for the wrong guy,
I write right,to inspire the next she-wrights to fly,
She-writes,'why?'
Because he was so right,made her blood white,
Realy?your night knight,in shining armour?
I ask 'Y' alphabeticaly,why she jumped 'X'-ing him,
I ask why,she waited till it was too late,
Even if she was vacant,and her heart was to-let,
Was she naive enough to let him rate her,date her,sex her,make her,happy the leave her?
Even when it was evident he didnt love her,
He just wanted to have her,
Break her,barriers in more ways than one,
Spread her in more ways than one,
Sleep with her in more ways than one,
Switch her,in more styles than one,
Love her,in more ways than NONE!

She was hot,guys screamt 'jheez!' as,she passed,but She was ruined more like,Fort Jesus,
In her terms 'Issa' she sought Jesus,
She prayed to God,
'Oh Lord,make him love me,like i love him'
WHAT?!!!
Left me perplexed,THE WRONG PRAYER,
If it was a dragon bout,she would be the wrong slayer,
Life is like the crust and she lives in the wrong layer,
Between that ignorant vain piece of shit,
And her own naive piece of sheet,blanketing her!

Now its just memories,
Filled with her misery,
As she pictures him removing her lingerie,
Unlacing her bra,lingering teasingly,
Left her a fool feeling,his Hands fulfilling,by fully feeling her perky breasts,
Fingers orchestrating her rhythmic breaths,
The 'ooohs' and 'aaaahs'
As he thrusted in her!

Now its just Memories of the stones he had thrown,thorns on her throne,horns he dehorned,zones that he had gone,songs he had tones,cyclones that she had blown,moans that she had shown,baby she had born,barriers that she had owned,the pigments of light she had shone now all gone!she had grown weak!

Her pleas of insanity,
Echoed from his vanity and profanity,
This inhumanity in our viscinity,
Perils of our masculinity,ravaging our ladies,
We truly are dogs,giving the rabies,
Ladies,let this rope go,let these hopes flow,
To the right dude,
Dont strip nude,
Closure is hard to attain,i campaign for you to gain pleasure from this pain,obtain cleanliness from this stain!let proud,warm blood nourish your veins!

Move on miss,ignorance is bliss,dont let memories of the kiss,the diss,haunt you.the silent hiss of that cursed serpent,

Sir,pant and give a rest to this torture,you scorched her,let her heal now!

Pages of El-Poet,ch 1,piece 6, Nov.6,2009