As I dance on a piece of paper with my daunted pen.
They say poems are hard to understand.
Only the sharp minded will get them.
But I believe you’re not a piece of sonnet with a hidden meaning.
So you won’t leave me raging with thoughts of your essence,
As you face away.

You are straight right?
So I want you to set me straight.
I want to know what will unfold,
When the curtains close and when thunder shakes my security.
Will you and your braveness stand for me. By me.
Are you going to lend me your chest to cry on.
Please be real, don’t pretend.
I need a lover and a fighter