verbal *****
her words spill the lines of decency
she skates round rational reason with a wicked grin
waylaid by sharpness of her cold wit
put up a defense of heartfelt loves as your intent
but you know its not enough
there can be no sanity when its her vanity at stake
so you fold up your loves and blessings neatly

she all too gladly provides shackles for your heartstrings
with victory's rainbow secure in her cold hand
wild eyed you watch it all unfold
like nobility captured by the whim of poverty

her words fill you with noxious ideals
till she thinks your on the verge of surrender
you still choose
to live with an open heart and open mind
that darkness may spell out a pretty song
but its you in the end who writes your own heart's poems
if you trust in the beauty of the caring