Meadow Mellodrama
You always need to have the last word Eve,
what you fail to realize like a storm with no form
is that sometimes the first word has more meaning than the last,
as the first step begins the journey
where the last step achieves the applause,
you say I'm wrong about everything,
I say you're right about nothing,
Father warned me of your impervious innocence
being a defense for owning the backlash of judgement
the backdraft of your ego's firestorm has injured us both,
a whiplash that I feel in the arch of my wings,
you tell me, " I killed the Snake ",
a Princess of wrath, a child on the cusp of Lake Lonesome,
for love's sake woman pulverize your prize
with eyes enthussiastic for our future so fantastic,
I was always so fond of how you're perfectly prepared for battle,
no Poet Warrior would I choose over the war drums you use,
this nonsense of how, " I don't speak up " has got me angered up Luv,
I've got three arrowheads inked on my bicep
counting the foes flung to Father's fire for you,
but still you wanna fret for another rampage rep,
I wanted to take joy from watching you crunch the coward,
to not intercept you from winning your own war
prideful in knowin that you weren't rattled by the scream of battle,
And don't preach to me about secrets in sullen seas,
I delivered my grief straight to your trophied floor,
your mansion has many doors, countless scores,
but you are no menace of mischief to me Eve,
rather, you are the only Angel I've ever adored
I would slay eagles just to have you write songs of our love's might,
I'm gonna go build a home for us
on that ridge called Heaven's Bridge,
go and make us some clothes
from our captured game, and ponder the roots of our argument's throes,
I love you more now than ever before -
By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.
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