Why
I hurt the ones I love
By D.R.A
Why I hurt the ones I love,
I some how cut them, push and shove.
My Mother, Father, sisters and brothers,
I prefer to neglect them and hang with stupid others.
It's not until I find myself in hell, or on a hospital bed or in a jail cell.
It's my family who's there, while my drunk homies and past skank ass lovers all fell.
I've lost hoes and homies, but never my family,
it's them I hurt, I cry by their grave. But it's too late, I wasn't there for them when they were still alive.
P.S.
F@*k the so called homies. F%#k the putos y putas you see smiling in your face in bars and clubs.
Show love to your Mom and Dad, your sisters and brothers. because when you see them in their grave you'll hate yourself for the rest of your life for not being good to them.
This I express from a bleeding heart and injured soul.
"Healing Heart "
By.D.R.A
MATERIAL USED:(15” x 15”) handkerchief cloth, black pen ink"
This image copyright ©ConvictedArtist.com Law 2002.
The Healing Heart
Shattered heart forced to heal as greatness unveils thine soul. Hope whispered in the distance, to recover thine lost love.
'Tis night brings tender passing healing thine soul with glorious blunder. Caus' not one or two, but dissipated nights of dreams.
Sadness comes to end, happiness conquered hate. Love sprouting -- sadness shrinking, hope has come again.
