Red lipped and her smile
Is everything, her teeth shine
Like the pearls against the pale
Skin at the tip of her neck, she
Claws at my skin, the pain throbs
For a second, drawing a little blood
Would you cross her? Knowing her
Hurricane mind? Coming out to play
To feel her tigress soul, wild but free
She doesn't pretend to be anyone
Only herself with a power like no
Other, a control willed by her heart
Motivated by the butterfly in her veins
There is a hunger to pounce, to run with
The wind, she carries class, savagery and
A deep loyalty others had tried to poison
But a paw put down is all that is necessary
To call it a point.

Losing you is a habit
I love breaking this
Cycle all over again
Each time it tears me
Up a bit.

She wore her scars
Like badges, they
Gleamed against her
Skin like armor she
Never thought she'll
Need, with a pencil in
Her hand feeling as if
She had been holding a
Sword, scratching against
The surface of each word
Being struck against her
Knowing the battle would
Be won only by her with
Fierce determination and
Fire in her veins creating
Defenses greater than empty
Words that felt like rocks
Being hurled at her.

Don't take it off
He said, tears in
His eyes stinging
As his heart had
Begun falling apart
The girl, love of his
Life took off her ring
Set it in his hand, she
Too was falling to pieces
As a crowd sung along on
The TV screen, love of my
Life don't leave me...

This generation is a lot
Of kids walking around with
Big smiles in public, crying
Their eyes out in private using
Drugs to to medicate themselves
To feel some sort of happy
Surrounding themselves with
People whom they still find
Themselves feeling lonely
Around.