listening to the force within ourselves
we left scars to stand in for our thoughts
It was both violent words and beautiful poetry
a certain unmistakable battle between
who leads, provides for and protects
the strongest and more resistant
who can often be intimidating to those
around her and isn't afraid to tell it like it is
we left behind violent wind soaked words
that can't be swept away by the rain
our tears an frustrations holding each other at bay
it started out the fairy tale about love
but ended it as a casualty of war as
we left scars to stand in for our thoughts
Listening to the force within ourselves