her demon heart can not break, no not anymore,
now with reinforced walls, hard locks on all doors,
her face always at rest, refusing to be seen blue,
her first name is bad, thats Ms. Red Flag to you.
once a wildfire but ill-love dulled out her spark,
symbol of the sun stays lingering in the dark,
she wishes for a better love, the last one was trash,
cautions are in the wind to not be turned into ash,
peeking through blinds shuttered to see if it is safe,
to not allow her trust fall into the wrong place,
slowly she is healing, relearning how to open up,
finding her inner peace, moving her legs to walk.
adoring are your harsh edges, jagged uneven lines,
pray how such a flawed weirdo can be so divine,
so bare me your best kiss & i will watch you shine,
show me how you tease & ill ask you to be all mine.


© a.n.villan