Ace Of Black Hearts
She Came Back To Save The House - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
The lady who has taken over.
She is a woman I don't even recognize.
So much more stronger.
So much more confident.
Her presence gentle yet restless.
Best wishes to the murder among forgotten dreams of rotten kisses.
So unique, so much to say, never enough time, a cherry picked, plucked, suckled dry.
A seed is all that is left.
The birth of the next generation.
Some say congratulation among the sounds of so many aggravations.
For you have made it.
To the other side.
Resting your head after the longest glide.
Paradise in the gutters, paradise inside your own head.
Tell me what the tune is, that keeps you going, keeps you so happy.
A promise infinitely.
In a dark cavern with no source of heat or light.
But still you survived.
Pitched a tent made your demands, made your very first of many stands.
I get hit by the shock of how far you have you come over and over again.
A wow that almost rubs me the wrong way.
I would be envious if I didn't know of all you went through to get where your standing.
The revered house on a haunted hill.
Secretly swallowed pills.
Mercy me, dying bleeding from inside almost completely comatose.
In so many way tragedy struck for you.
I'm glad that is finally all over.
Finally it's working for you, no second chair trying to steer.
You are a source of so much energy.
You are one solid rock among a sandy beach.
If only it would happen a little sooner and would have been a little easier.
But even now you still struggle for what should be rightfully yours even after it has all been nearly destroyed.
If I ever have enough time and patience my dear friend.
I will help with some of reconstruction, after all I was there when some of it fell apart.
Call it a favor to old friend, who is in some ways doing better now then way back when.
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