You are not a poem that begins with love is
No songs of praise sing I to your peerless name
And yet I cannot love you less for your resistance
Your regard is evident
The metronome of joy awaits at key's creak.
You make me strong of necessity
Firm handed when I would be weak
Walkless, make my conscience itch
Force me to be the alpha bitch.
Dogtales, vol1. LB
- 14 years, 10 months, 1 day ago