My heart bleeds when it sees how your soul cries in need.
A pattern so torn that I know you were born for a man to be sworn.
Sworn to love and keep you, be strong like the earth beneath you. Like the wind, caress you, delicately address you.
I see a light in your eyes, but a thorn in your mind. As a river into an ocean, I know you bleed and feel broken. You’re betrayed and slay’d into depression, now waiting for a chance to catch some validation.
Why remind you of your beauty, why remind you of my passion, we know you are your cure, but I’m left to seek a way to procure. Procure your love, your heart,
before it vanishes in the dark.
– Ray GiZa