Your love was lesser red
But more blue and purple
All the bruises on her body
Prompted a warrior in her
The way you used your hands
To Undress her grace
The more she embraced herself
Dressing back Into the sheets of self love she says
You thought you won every battle in bed
When you threw yourself on her
Little did you know
About the fierce warrior in her
The one
Who won this battle everyday

~You let her down
And she will rise again

© KopalVijay