Darkness suffocates as it slowly begins to crawl
up within the cracks of the brick stone walls.
It reaps what it needs to feed and thrive
upon the children so innocent and alive.
The purity that it needs to grow and flourish
is collected and fed upon as it begins to extinguish
the souls of the naive as it enjoys it's meal.
The devil and the creature made the deal.
Now listen carefully and leave in haste.
Do not let it crave you and your sweetest taste.
This creature will never let you leave.
Instead it will manipulate and deceive.
When I was a little girl, my mother once told me
that I could lose my heart to the first boy that I see.
I listened to her and became guarded as I waited
yet only found hurt, longing for my virginity to be reinstated.
As the years went by, I looked from one man to the next.
I became more withdrawn as I became more vexed.
I hated myself and rapidly shed a tear
after their sweet nothings were given privately for only I to hear.
I found the wrong one to marry as I became the closed off shell
of the woman that I once was now living in hell.
I thought that I could leave him but my strength had drifted away
so all I could do was accept the beatings from day to day.
Love is like a crimson rose.
It needs it's nourishment as it grows.
It's roots will travel to find a mate,
to fill the void soon and not too late.
There will be times when the petals will fall
and the rose will wilt and become so small.
Affection will become the water and food
to lift the rose from the darkest of moods.
Other times the rose will show it's full glory.
The vibrancy of colours will tell their own story.
These are the times when the rose needs to know
that all it needs is nourishment to help it grow.