The mistress-
Warm hands, cold hearted...

The current status in the world
Is too bad to even describe...

If I could pick one analogy
to describe the action...

While some call it writers block,
I call it clogged arteries...

Written for a club challenge about sky scrapers
Ash like colors clutter the sky...

Attacked at night on the minds battlefield,
by interrogating thoughts and abundant feelings...

If I could dig out my emotions
Of my hearts solid ground...

I thought you invited my friend's dad
Truth was you invited yours...

You flung me out of your life like throwing...
on a telephone wire. No purpose, no way to get me...

Just like how the Lion King went
Lets be two lions who fall in love young...

Fret not my love,
(If I can even call you that...

We all start in this world as an egg.
Everyone develops and grows into a being...