Zika BlakCrafter In silence through the tender-less night. Bruised overlay, wounded lips Scared hips, tortured body Purple eyelids, Relating my current dreams With my heart tempo, Which once upon a day light Like winds Like red roses, and violins- On my soul bleeding with new-wedded Flowering pigeons. that year ago stroked My throat with love smoke Birthing hopes Slowly fading away with each knock of sense Crashing against the walls Falling like the beauty that use to sway Men on each street i walked in. You forged heartwarming words Through my juvenile ribs, With just a kiss of yours My heart jumped, racing. I one time lost a bit of my heart, And gave the leftover, on our wedding day. But i reclaim that was mine. In this love I'm no longer defending us from them- But me from you. My youth has been crushed Lean me you ear, let me tell you above love.
I'm no woman. But what's the, when a women Can no longer fear Wild animals, she finds comfort On a teddy bear Which most Men buy on valentines Just to look romantic.