How dare you mutilate such beauty
How dare you hurt something so wonderful
How dare you tear to pieces someone so elegant, and kind
leaving the pieces scattered and warped
How dare you leave me to pick up the pieces.
She you don't deserve her, you never did,
how dare you touch her in anger.
She is an angel, a muse, a thing of great joy.
How dare you even try to pull her down.
She deserves better.
She deserves to be held, comforted, cared for.
Taken to see the sights of the world.
How dare you give her anything less.
How dare you touch her
You sir are scum, and when the time comes,
you will see what a huge mistake you have made.
but alas it will be too late.
How dare you assume that you are the bigger man.
She deserves to have all of her wishes come true, to be stood by when no one else will. The pieces are all here and with a little love,
we will have her back to her inherent beauty in no time.
She walks stronger now than she ever did with you pulling her down.
She walks strong because she is not filled with fear the way you always were.
She is a thing of grace, of wonder, of joy and of song.
And you sir have lost out
How big of a man are you now?
Sunday, May 27, 2007
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