Her roar left me raw
As her words waged war
Against the images she imagined, loved then tore
into pieces that crystallized in her core.
Nonetheless she kissed comfort with the lips she wore.
Her self esteem would soon soar
and multiply with every set of eyes her flowering femininity would draw
His ego would knock on an open door
She has seen this before
though it is she that he claims to adore
before spring he will remember that open door
Her self esteem will plummet and crash on the floor
The emotions will gather her broken heart beats and her soul will pour
she slips back into the moment and thinks: don't be such a bore
And now it's nearly spring
She's lost a beautified thing
Her eyes blossom into tears
love has become a painful spear
that settled in the flesh of her soul.
All the world's hype and lustful lies solidify in her hand
And now once more she felt safe behind her shield
Every time I hear her roar
My existence shatters into pieces of her:
Sharp edges of pain
without comfort
A bare bitterness
waiting to be clothed by that...... sweet lovin
Drama dripping from her eyes
That might be why she'd rather have them thinking of her thighs
She always wore a different face
But always wore the same dress
Always sinking into the same space
Sometimes I wish some one would write
across the blue sky
for this lioness
a place that might catch her gentle eyes
YOU ARE YOUR SAFEST SPACE!
NOT THE STARS IN OUTER SPACE!
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