She is No Saint
Raid her
with your thunder
and her lightning
will ruthlessly
strike you,
or pelt down
your raging rain
on her body
make it endless
to impair her,
but in the depths
of her ocean
she will drown you
completely
as she retrieve
her piss and vinegar.
Feed her lies
and she will
feed you truths
you are trying to hide,
and in secret
slash her
with your blade
so she can shoot you
face to face.
Throw dust
into her eyes,
I am afraid you must
taste some.
In your sun wither her
then in her flame
she will burn you.
Darling,
she gives more
than she receives.
Give her love,
she will love you more.
Give her two,
she will give you four.
But she is no saint.
Test her
and she will make you
regret.
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Poetry❝I will pour water over you when you are parched and dry, and draw you in a spot where the sun's tender radiance can kiss your weary body. I will shine up your blades as I whisper to you how beautiful of a flower you are, for keeping your body and s...
