Once in a while the heart warms tightly
A side effect of thinking of one nightly
High hopes and a future plan?
Not to be jinxed by the sorrows of man
A spirit that guides thee on a chosen path
To dodge hated bullets and avoid an aftermath
Of broken hearts and tear stained eyes
A darling dear to hug and stop the cries
The cries of insecurity and for the need of being wanted
With past disasters clouding ones mind, a haunted
To exorcise ones doubtfulness of this worlds emotion
And be embraised for what one is without commotion
by dinot1985‚Â