Wednesday, 20 March 2013

2 tap. I hurt so much in my heart I could not write anymore…



My armour and love breeched, my command of the lingua Franca.

I stood, her majesty’s English in my complete power.

And have no why?

I swam in the black water and toil in flames.

How far did they go?

Leave a told open upon my body.


Listen to the sound of the blossom failing.

I stilled stand.

Love where ever…. I serve