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.