Disturbed forbidden valentine
you level me and that’s the draw;
I’ll be all yours if you be mine;
Your roughness I wouldn’t refine,
I eat up what’s enticing, raw;
Disturbed forbidden valentine;
Profile’s bent and that’s by design,
left is right when you’re a southpaw;
I’ll be all yours if you be mine;
Cliche’ of shivers down my spine,
there lies the appeal of an outlaw;
Disturbed forbidden valentine;
Two hearts completely intertwine,
ignoring each red flag and flaw;
I’ll be all yours if you be mine;
Rage at a different baseline,
holding my neck and a handsaw;
Disturbed forbidden valentine
I’ll be all yours if you be mine.
Categories:
handsaw, dark, horror, valentines day,
Form: Villanelle
In his tiny eyes,
I saw a little glance of life,
His innocent face reflects his poverty,
As he was facing a great storm in himself,
His gloomy voice telling me a legend of his broken dreams,
He was too small for that school,
A little mechanic with a bag of tool,
His childhood spending along,
Playing with screw driver and handsaw,
The sun molesting him through his light,
Abusive language incises his feelings of delight,
Brow beating by his cruel master,
He was too small for that disaster,
A little mechanic with a lots of fears,
Every evening my bus was passing near his workshop,
I saw him and he smiles as he was happy with his life,
Besides his beautiful smile,
i was reading his griefs file,
Too many desires alive,
How much he was brave,
Changes his face like a wave,
May God help him and Save,
I pray for him everyday,
He was too small for that aim,
A little mechanic with a strong faith,
Categories:
handsaw,
Form: Lyric