Poetic Justice

He took my hand and walked me into my soul. And when he saw that my heart was just as dark as my world, he let the words from his lips be the guiding light to my life. He told me that he wouldn't let the wiles of this world consume me, and if anything, I should accept the spiritual justice of it being just us. Like ink on a paper, this poetic justice bleeds the authenticity of my life struggles. What can you say for yourself? -Elizabeth a.k.a "The Dark Flower"