she was the queen who tainted her lips with the blood of her enemies before waging a war against mine.

i licked it off just to savour how truly ruthless she was.

clasping the red flag parading her midriff
like a stiffling outer corset sinners wore
justifying her heinous deeds.

but red had always been one of
my favourite colours.

something deeper then a soul mate,
because while a soulmate kindles your inner fire
a twin flame parallels the heat of your soul
a soulmate works to keep your heart
while a twin flame already holds the other half
soulmates are all around you, in friend and love
but a twin flame
comes only once

I met her once
a little, blind girl
who had let me
inside her wonderful world.

Yes, she couldn't see,
the girl with eyes bright.
Yet, she loved her world
like she never lost her sight.

She heard the music
of the breeze that blew.
The love for her world,
it only grew.

She acquainted me with
that music she heard,
from the buzz of the bees
to the chirping of the birds.

Yes, she couldn't see
the wonders of life.
Yet, she smiled
without a sign of strife.

She had beautiful eyes
filled with wonder.
I stood speechless and thought
how could God make such a blunder?

She danced and sang
with a graceful twirl.
How she loved her life
the little, blind girl.

She smiled and laughed,
her face filled with joy.
With wonder in her eyes,
she was serene, yet coy.

She felt her world
beneath her tiny fingers
and on me left a mark
that would forever linger.

Yes, she couldn't see
the life that she felt.
Yet, she never showed
the sorrow that she dealt.

Her world was dark.
Yet,  she saw
the Earth's true form
pure and raw.

Yes, she let me in.
But I couldn't overstay.
So, I excused myself politely
and quietly walked away.

I had met her once
a little girl who couldn't see.
Yes, she was a child
but the happiest there could ever be