You are my gentle lion.
Proud and kind and loyal
And fierce to those who cause hurt.
You are a freak
The one they see in public
But those who love you see beauty
You are a statue
Unmoving in your resolve
Strong when I am weak.
You are my torturer
That drags me, ****** crying and wounded
To the peace and light
You are the weary soldier
Still strong, still fighting
But torn up from past battles.
You are the holy one
Who will guide me to the life I belong to.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
You are my gentle lion.
Proud and kind and loyal
And fierce to those who cause hurt.
You are a freak
The one they see in public
But those who love you see beauty
You are a statue
Unmoving in your resolve
Strong when I am weak.
You are my torturer
That drags me, ****** crying and wounded
To the peace and light
You are the weary soldier
Still strong, still fighting
But torn up from past battles.
You are the holy one
Who will guide me to the life I belong to.
To someone who means a lot to me. If he ever happens accross this page by chance. I would probably never say this to him in person. Its way to cliche for that.