Fruit Fly

I slam my hand against the wall

Praying the little body will fall

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Then praying it’ll ascend above

Because you can never kill with love

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I slam my fists against the wings

Take from God his little things

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Then smush with tender touch

Because you can never kill with love

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I slam my fingertips into black

Feel the activity turn slack

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Hum to replace its subtle buzz

Because you can never kill with love

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Now I’m free: no dirt to scrub

Now I’m free: no hurt to love

Now I’m free: but guilt takes reign

Now I’m free: but I still feel this pain

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Unlike the creature ripped by my hand;

Trapped to never feast or fly or land;

Caged for all eternity to float;

This poem is neither pity-please nor gloat

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One day I’ll take wing and get too close –

That’s when my Fruit Fly will take my host

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I’ll be reduced, in next flight, to day-old-at-most,

As she gets her revenge and joins me up as ghost

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So next time you come to her with fatal punch;

Remember that you can never kill with love

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By Lyric Deep.