Writing the formality
scribble the nonsensity
searching for solitary
hoping of fleeting
from the bind
that knots up
the chamber of the heart

Screaming into the void
as the bind tighten the throats
only way out-
is waiting to be heard
More than so,
it is only broken
once the soul inside awaken

You are not arrogant
you are like a tiger, you
are just walking slowly as
a gentle queen, I mean a
lion's wife.

you are, a lady's mantle
with a romantic scent and
tolerating not nonsensity