yet she is a warrior ‘ in her battle –
her field  is fire yet she blazes with poise ‘
her words like bullets ‘
they merge like fury ‘
her eyes gasoline ,
yet her tears flame with kindness ‘  
her soul is a warfare’
the inferno is madness ‘
wounds of her past
now burn to dust ‘
in ash she rises’
like the midnight light in Summer ‘

🎍 Silence was her song ‘
Anywhere but here
As she sang !
Her lonely rhythm
   A Beating  soul ‘to’
    Anywhere but here ‘🪐
For here was tune of  old wounds #’- a melody of sore regrets 🥀

The kings we dream of ‘aren’t the kings we meet ‘ for the kings we seek are make belief ‘the ones who are who are  knights , brave and selfless’

For the ones we meet  are cold and harden ‘ disguised with crowns ‘ and castles ‘ locked with no remorse’  

they would battle to see you wrecked ‘ claiming your soul ‘ in shreds your ruined . yet you dance’ to an empty audience’ longing for a king 💕

When I was a girl ‘ I dreamt of castles , kings and feast ‘ just a girl with a dream ‘ to fragile for reality too! gentle for chaos ‘ to kind for deceit

I am now a woman ‘ I dream of  power , I crave for success , I am drown with ambition’ my bones grin with fury ‘ my heart is harden ‘ my mind is of a rock ‘ I am too brutal for ones touch

Upon her well , water runs through her soul,rinsing her chaos, drowning her lust ' upon her she drinks within. The divine is that of  grace-upon her cry she is made of beauty

see no fury
for my soul is barren
so dry as drought
il drain for love '
so frail' for warmth
il shrink within
one beating steadily
to fragile for heartbreak
to withdrawn for chaos