The one spice that matters the most.
Salt,
Category: Vpoetry
I suppose
I suppose you can say even heart does miscalculate.
Sun like,
Lightning strikes from the sun inside.
Sane and alive, barely
Barely sane, barely alive
Dust…
A stallion in heart, a mere dust in the wake
Irrefutable…
A relationship beyond doubt... The strength with which she stood her ground Made her enemies wonder What could she possibly protect That she would not quiver Even with her bleeding skin Without a hint of doubt She stepped forward A warrior made, a warrior unleashed For she had the strongest of all weapons The heart … Continue reading Irrefutable…
Storm…
Long and strong In the darkest night I dare to venture On to the cold mountains in the winter I reach out inside and draw out the storm Challenging the storm that threatens to destroy In the cold winds I keep the flame alive Keeping the warmth in the heart reside Maybe, once again, I … Continue reading Storm…
Little…
A little good left behind..
Mangled..
Damaged but working... Even in the damaged state of my heart I am proud to hold the knowledge To differentiate the right from the wrong And the pure from the maligned.
Proclivity..
We define our choices and our choices define us...
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