A Pissed off Writer
I wasn’t sure what to do
When I gave of myself
You splattered blood onto my canvas
That I painted from my soul…
Oh how I wish I could keep the stories
As a light in my spirit
So you will not grasp at it
And discolor it so
To have a Holy connection
Questioned- yes-
I believe is blasphemy
From the depths of my soul
For who are you to tell
Of my past
who’s kindred
What’s safe and what’s not
and where to tramp my feet?
And maybe I am hopeless, ay
But I beg let it be so
The thrill is romantic
-oh yes haha!
The reason I live
It is that-oh yes
The danger:
I pulled him closer to me
And the fire did burn my flesh
It felt yes- oh so good
-I began to live when I spread my singed wings
As I was unfettered by their constructs
This time I told none but G-d, yes…
The holiness of keeping wisdom between two
Fearlessness in love
Adventure
Danger in the night..
YES
AY
I’m the writer here
You
are not