From my ledge Id take flight..
Time and time again I'll have the notion to write pieces of insanity
I'd only desire to share in metaphorical sequences...
I envision death beds.
Laying sound asleep as growls snarl to a whispering sound
An unconscious body is tucked away beneath layers, and pounds of grief.
Silence he speaks.
Moans she seeks, perhaps whisking away through Time Warp's spell,
with solid arms dipped in golden armor
Vowing to protect her from danger and harm
She'd give back unto him her heart.
But it aches.
An irregular tempo that begins with a steady bump, thump
Soon speeds into hyperactivity that only the offbeat could dance to.
His love once inhaled the curiosity that stained her breast...
This hit could trigger thoughts of forever with her was happiness
But suddenly the trip to rehab withdrew all the symptoms of what loving her ass would get.
He use to love her.
She was more than a shorty masked as a poet crusher.
If words were the healer, then praise the creator.
If secrets were spoken, thank you for keeping them.
But if tears burned corneas before tongues tasted its fury
then why would loving make lover hurtful?
Worried.
Living beds I see..
They're all misfit for trouble like she.
Too small too big uncomfortable and dull
I wanted to curse there butt fuck it - maybe I'm not grown.
What love would had found was an angel holding a turtle dove.
Grief.
People say three months is too long to weep.
Ironic how my first love died in my arms and I couldn't cry.
But in my adult life, that night I died.
Sometimes I feel sleep walkish, as if I'm living a dream stuck in the moment.
Like maybe the sun would arise and dancing on its rays would be me grooving.
Oblivious of the time spent bathing in the sun
I would wade in the waters that's cool to the touch.
Fall in love with living in total peace naked in my nature
Never moved by defeat.
But I'm not asleep. Only faking it.
Wishing dear lover would roll over
Kiss lightly on cheek, and eternalize loving she.
I see death beds.
And as she rocks back and forth waiting
tears roll freely.
There were times, when you needed someone, I was there by your side, darling. I saw the light shining bright, and it was made special for you and I.
V is for Vengeance
