This thing is only natural,
this love.
This worry about the cut-throat,
car-in-tree disposition you air
into the darkened silence
that waits for your imposition.
And oh, don't you impose so well?
This love,
it's only natural.
I recoil at a glance,
belittle with chance,
and yet my heart bleeds
at the sight of a frown
forming along the aging lines
of a face too young to care,
too old to carry on with youth.
You wasted youth. You tore it to pieces.
And now there is a child,
begging for you to hear her scream.
She's unheard, unvoiced, undone,
waiting for somebody like a mother
to cradle her and tell her that love...
love is meant to exist here
in the spaces between hate and fear,
and colour the world in a million greys,
taking over the colour we once filled it with.
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This is great Darling! You really captured this one and did it with style! I don't think anything needs to be changed! What a great job you did on this one!
Oh look they are out in force again!
Ek is lief vir jou altyd
Mom
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