My liberal broad-mind is a tree,
each branch carries the weight
of an independent hope, fear,
anxiety and dream.
When the wind imposes,
when it whistles, howls and blows,

you can hear each of my independent emotion's haunting cries.
They cry because I've let them go. 
They're now lost in limbo - it's somewhat disturbing and morbid,
I know!
But that's just how it goes!

By Lady R.F ©2016

I saw her again...
The one that could have shown me what love is.
The one who could have put some direction on my lost ship.

But as you know,
Every time I pick up this pen, it's to bleed ink.
When dark thoughts is all I ever think.

To cut the story short,
The ending appears to be tragic.

You can long to be a super hero-
I'll be your villain,
And you can be cruel
And I'll be kind
And you can be proud
And I'll be
Free.

Upside down and backwards-
We are so opposite
We're almost the same
And you
Can't
Stand it,
Can you?
Oh honey,
You can have your God,
Somehow, after knowing you, I've got my sympathies for Lucifer:

I see your shiny new cross
And raise you a pentagram.

I dreamt about true love so deep I cried
So beautiful and unattainable, still I tried
I tried to hold on as long as I could
Yet my words are so often misunderstood...

To rationalize
I abstain
To imagine
Can drive one insane
And so from passion
I shall refrain
As I head to
The voting booth
...