Damage...
Happens to be a whole different language...
Of its own...
A heartbroken tone...
Damage is what she speaks...
It's what deep down inside she screams...
The voice of help...
Because she is too broken to help her self...
When he is running around in the streets...
Damage shows in his infidelities...
Damage...
Not the average language...
It's a disadvantage...
It is too unbearable for one to manage...
So it becomes more action...
Than speaking...
Just a reflection of one lost in feelings...
Damage...
I advise those who are unable to tell...
You got to be a warrior at heart to be able...
To handle...
A person speaking such a language...
As Damage...
Sometimes no one can relate...
Because you need to be valiant...
Show effort so great...
A romantic gesture of affirmation...
The real one...
Through thick and thin...
Tenacious...
And gracious...
At the same time...
To withstand the complications of such a mind...
Patience is a limitless virtue...
Much needed to see such a journey through...
Who can really stand it...
Being so Damage?
No one...
I imagine...
Not me...
Nor him or she...
The webs of deceit...
I lay to rest in piece...
No need for the dramatics...
Just speaking Damage...
Right back in action...
