Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Wicked Love


Love has never found a way to her
The more she searched for her in the dark dusky clouds
That silver line, a hope to shine
Disappointment would pour down heavily
To wash off her fancy world of thoughts
And squeeze them into the secrets of her pillow every night.

Suffering has monopolized her body and soul
Caged it, embraced it so tight
She never could let loose those clutches
Of self pity, insecurity and fear
 To breathe free, smell the spring
And get wet with a love virgin and brave
For seasons to pass by.