"These violent delights have violent ends."

He was always told

he'd be a Star,

every coaches favorite.

He never complained,

about running the laps

for he knew they were just the basics,

and that when in the Game

the muscles he built

would help make him so much better.

He awed all the crowds

as he shot and shot,

made it,

and more than likely got the steal.

the girls went wild

they oohed and awwed

and wished one day to date him.

little did they know

One girl sat below

wearing a content and sweet smile,

She knew He was Hers and She was His too

They were going to go mile for mile.

They shared bright days

and handsome nights

that they never wanted to end,

complimenting Each other perfectly

outside and in.

She was always there for Him

through Any and Everything

and no matter where He was

She was on her way.

to a game, a date

to dinner, or just to chill

to buy a gift, to sit by Him

in the crowd cheering.

She was the Ying to His Yang

His Right to Her Wrong

and they felt Together They were Strong.

sirens blared and yells were heard

the cops where on their way,

the ambulance wailed

trying to think of a way,

to break through traffic that day.

the sky was grey

No sunshine

it was even really Cold,

this was the day Antwan Died

not Body but his Soul

to see Her laying in his arms

blood seeping from the wound,

he sees Her Tears

fall from the eyes

hes always loved to look into.

if only He could go back in time

from when the trigger was pulled,

acted a little quicker

dove in front of Her

did something to make this better,

to stop the Pain

from making Her body shiver

He lost The One

He truly Loved

there would be No Replacing Her,

along with Her

He Died as well

Never to be the same,

He longed to Love Her

just One more time

in that Special Way,

but even Romeo and Juliet still would've Died

in a hood tragedy.

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