Complex people, Simple verses
She could write with inward eyes and does detest her new disguise. She doesn`t think she`s satisfied. He draws in patches of improving batches, emotional expressions as candid as when he fights his brother. He runs sans guns and wants more light. She`s grim and dour so seeks the power of truth in lies of peoples` smiles. A knight, but only for her strength. From blood to breath, she`s gone the length. He`s grim, determined, wants things simple. Sets down gently that which wrinkles. Brutal focus and hateful snare for any who disparage the gender fair. She`s so quiet but gets her fill, nodding with her lover`s twill until she`s grown a head of nine. Until she feels what`s hers is fine. He`s romantic, sick at heart, but filled with music of fucks and starts. He`ll see the reasons that you dismiss and with his music, hopes you kiss.
