Your words are too piercy
I check them, nurture them
Yet you stand so classy!
The minimum length speaks volumes
I retain that audacity;
I feel that refreshing voice.
You are too loud yet unheard
You are too voracious yet feeble
The hands are waiting to hug you,
feel you and charge you indefinitely.
Yet your few words are treacherous,
I dove in their shade and feathers cut high
You said not to mess you
You hinted that log of woods to stay intact
Yet, this man heard no soul.
You dying soul my nature;
I killed that breviloquence.
~~fortune robes
