She fell for the one
Who aimed to polish the world
Everyone lives in.
To love, the timid image
Of a man she was loved by, once before.
She drew a love now made ridged,
Detailed in a dim lit room,
Frigid, yet no room to pivot.
Motionless notions to
Escape these lipid men with waterproof emotions.
Afraid of commitment
Afraid of the very desire that cued
Thier love commencement...
See,
We own the homes we create
And still fight the fences!
Battle of words, yet he shows
Up to each battle drunk and defenseless,
As if ready to end this...endless
Pretend, mess.
Desperately.
Yet she, sees the need to feed
Something he so temporarily
Needs, for his restless greed....
Just to flee..in hopes his hidden queen
Doesn't cop a plea....
To such a love made municipal...
Slandering her very poetic principles...
Need one not write so tangible,
If the powers possessed, are invisible.
He was a poet,
But unrecognizable to Poetry.
She, Spoken Words
Which could have confined immortality.
He was unlovable, directly..
He was only for the masses
He was for an actress,
One who acted happy to be his actress
For her it wouldn't happen
She planned her seductive escape
She saved the date,
Just to obliterate the very
Thing she created.
Only to incarcerate it.
To aid her Poetry.