What love does…
Love
The subtle pronunciation of hurt caress my cheeks in the form of a tear.
Man
I’ve seen too many souls brittle and bruised baring you’re disease carrying itself as if a butterfly
Just one damn butterfly in your stomach
Making you feel so valued
But, Love…
Does it hurt
To see the precaution of your existence
So many woman…
beging for validation,empathy, your soft deadly caress
Crying as though crying is as important as breathing
So many woman!
Upon my last words I greet the danger that is you, for love is no good to me not even good enough to try. -C.V
a Poem I wrote a while back.
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton