When clouds open up
To begin singing their tune
I bathe in the flames of a venomous muse
Dreaming of you
Pretty like a star in the night
But theres pain in your glow when you light up the sky
When you brighten the sting of these desolate nights
Soft cries in the shadows of a beautiful sight
Beautiful eyes
Tender smile
But a delicate rose
Fading away real slow into the grave of her hope
She never chose to be beat
She never chose to be hurt
She never chose to be raped as filthy hands gripped her throat
In a world so evil
In this world so cold
Take my hand
let us search
For the love that still floats
I love this deep compassionate poem, with a hopeful and lovely ending.
“Take my hand let us search For the love that still floats” 🥀🌹