Face the Morningstar Last Part. (A poem by @sammy)
Face the Morningstar
Are you aware that,
I also want,
to be told
obscene things?
Do you know that,
I don't care,
if your voice,
is ugly?
And if,
the jokes of,
the two of us
are worthless,
I will love you a lot,
to understand how you feel.
I would beat it,
over and over again.
Because you are still,
the owner of it.
Let me borrow,
A lover's line.
"I love you, but this pain"
So you,
you,
I will love you,
I will love you.
In all that,
I have done here,
let us love one another.
I'll never forget,
the person,
who owned it.
The person who did nothing,
but hurt,
scream,
crush this heart repeatedly.
So before,
I finish this poem,
I will ask you,
Are you ready to see the Morningstar in front of you?
Happily Yours,
Sammy