Choose the Words

verbal vomit her words spill the lines of decency she skates round rational reason with a wicked grin waylaid by sharpness of her cold wit put up a defense of heartfelt loves as your intent but you know its not enough there can be no sanity when its her vanity at stake so you fold up your loves and blessings neatly she all too gladly provides shackles for your heartstrings with victory's rainbow secure in her cold hand wild eyed you watch it all unfold like nobility captured by the whim of poverty her words fill you with noxious ideals till she thinks your on the verge of surrender you still choose to live with an open heart and open mind that darkness may spell out a pretty song but its you in the end who writes your own heart's poems if you trust in the beauty of the caring