Wicked Love
Love has never found a way to her
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.