How She Feels

A Woman Haunted by Love

A WOMAN HAUNTED BY LOVE

She was a warrior

Singing a haunting song

Calling death to her sideb

Telling the world they were close friends

For they met after every war

Blasting her winning to every corner

For she was meant to die each time

But still she remained PLANTED

She would rise each time

Even with the blood of her enemies

Painted about her, S P R E A D

over her face

Just the the enemies she had conquered

Making their families cry with awe

Screaming for the lost boys

Showing eyes that expected

The pain of a death well earned

Not caring if death held her in its cold arms

Or sent her her heartless soul above

For she searched everywhere

Hearing the beats

Calling her to find what she was missing

For she was only a soldier of love

The purest kind even when she reaked

Of the dying, nose crinkled to block the smell

She holds the hands of the dying and the lovesick

Wondering who is better off ?

For she has seen the havoc lust deals

Knowing the lovers she chose

Chose another

Despite her overwhelming beauty

That shines even with the dirt

Crusted gracefully on her face

Ending everyone with a hurtled cry

Screaming for her tortured heart

The way he just rips it in half

But begs it to get up and walk

For a true women

Never cries for the souls of weak men

But makes their tears fall

For a goddess

Missing the way her hips swing