--Junior L.
At the core of my being,
Lies questions that disturbs the light of my purity,
Softened blows from my heart,
Make no mistake,
Tears were shed from this process,
The metamorphosis of beauty they call it,
Indeed,
Beauty has many forms,
Tethered to the smile of my darkness,
An ugly laugh from the tendered prince of hell,
The king of slumber yet again was awakened by my fears,
Tickle my feet as I adore the queen of silence,
my chaos was embraced by my pain,
No smile for the soft bees,
As yellow as the Goddess herself,
Soft blows of my heart,
A quiet sadness that reflects my victories,
A deep abyss consumed my being,
Indeed, a soft blow of my heart,
In my soul that is.
Namaste..
Amen..