Wicked Girl

My angel, the misunderstood misanthropist...

I behold and adore her ornamental misunderstandings,

the chipping porcelain yielding to bitter reprimandings.

Her misanthropist nature a refraction from bitter words,

she's chosen isolated silence because her cries are for the birds.

 

Caged beauty, petulant-defiant,

struggling just to defend your own side,

Self defense made you less compliant,

and waking to reality helps you see they lied.

 

You are alone, sanctimony of sages bearing down,

forces you under, and it's all you can do not to drown.

But this is all because of your own bitter, black heart,

Even though the sages emotions are what tears you apart.

 

Wicked girl, my wicked, deviant romance,

finally realizing to take your own defensive stance,

the naivity of a broken sages would rather you falter to death.

Bring peace, to the knife, at your throat,

raise your head and let it simply stain your coat.

Maybe then the sage would see your words weren't wasted breath.

 

I behold and adore her ornamental misunderstandings,

the chipping porcelain yielding to bitter reprimandings.

Her misanthropist nature a refraction from bitter words,

she's chosen isolated silence because her cries are for the birds.

 

Caged beauty, petulant-defiant,

struggling just to defend your own side,

Self defense made you less compliant,

and waking to reality helps you see they lied.

Reviews

[Jake Donald Stephens]

Deep and well-constructed.
Awesome work.

[closed]

layers of literary beauty paint a myriad of vivid scenes, all of which make it very clear, the ironic perils and inner agony of the subject at hand.

-Dream