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.