Have you ever felt something inside you going different all of sudden 

When you're by the side with your guy and the thought of moving cars gets your attention 

You feel that weird? When his hands sliding up your skirt and all you can think about the sound of sharp knife cutting the body like the things unladen

When you're on him the near you come, fear grow over your tension?

When you're in coffee shop cracking jokes and all you could do is hallucinate smack snow

Well thats just ablixa, chill

Male

This four letter word is so terrifying yet intimidating that it takes your breath away 

Its loving yet threatening in both ways

Sometimes they're mistaken in fantasising and fictionalising 

Yet so boring and Compelling to find a hideaway.

He was my father, once my mother loved

He was the father of me,she adored

The guy to be proud and deprived of

The man of his words 

When he turned into this monster of dorne

He treated her like little finger treated his whore

He spoke too loud to fill the room sore

And she used to spend her silence and always hear him roar

He beat her and feed her and strangle to keep her shut

While she used to obey him clean him sleep with him instead he get her to fuck

She use to be by his side expecting love when day turns dark

Well, what was the use of it when he was ramsay to sansa stark

People call me feminist if i say or speak up

And they call me pussy if i dont stand up

They don't hear me when i write a poem on my rape scene

But all stare at me as soon as i describe a funny porn theme

When i don't get into relationships rather listen to the voice calling my name from a cocktail bar

They judge me! They treat me like i am berriene came from kings landing to winterfell this far 

Its not so that i dont love the feeling love

Its just my mother loved her love which got her only her death and a message by white dove

It may sound weird that i feel safe in hands of a person sitting by me in bar or falling for someone strange in an unknown town

Then staying in same bed sharing my same room living under the same roof and expecting to see sunrise till its dawn

Well i know its life who gives you a surprising shit every now and then and yes sometimes it awns

But i'd rather prefer a dagger into my gut then to be tortured till i am done

I know maybe it was just something happened to my mom

But i am afraid for her still as i could hear her scream until i turn my headphones on

Instead of getting married to someone i dont adore or wait till there is someone good enough that gets my mind

I rather prefer to feel his hand tighten to mine's, and smell cigarettes in morning on my hand like his cologne inclined

This was the the thing too beautiful 

To be on soil or sky to be fooled

Little belly clinching the glob

And those tiny little hands clinging the robes

She made her little sleep noises like a woodnote

Where he embraced her without moving his sloth

Soon her eyes closed.

She grew young and younger 

He got old and older 

Times passed, things changed

She came to him bringing the memento she received.

He saw the glow on her face when she was rushing towards him

He saw and when she came sat by him, he grabbed her robes made those terrible sounds and dropped his face on her lap and sighed

That ain't was at all good to her but it sure as a hell was a woodnote for her.

What is this anger all about? 

Just a sentence or few words i said?

What about the moments we spared huhh?

Even though it was for a short period 

Maybe just few days or nights we had

Doesn't it matter?

Those words were in the moment

But those moments were forsaken

Just the touch and rolls

Cold feet and sores

Kissing lips and moulding overs

Touching body over each others curves

 I just want to darn it darling

Maybe you were supposed to be earling 

Just forget everything and come under sheets honey

Lets try make it again a thing turning.

So there she was, rushing into the door

With the gonzo all over her chassis 

Being less pajandrumatic and trying to miche out of the area

There was a room of hoi polloi with pinot Grigio in their hands

Watching her art pieces and their grace, acuteness and aestheticism 

Their was then he entered the reincarnated Vincent van Gogh with those zeus starry eyes and style

It was the timing or certainty she turned around and mew into him

She flipped her hair back in aggression to look at that rascal who broke her charm

As she glanced at him she came into the senses

It was his apologetic look or his graceful face that had sacrebleu in her heart

He hand her his hand and got her up and offered her the drink

Just to escape that eldritch she quaffed it up forthwith.

Then and there after she had no attention else then him.

Her gallery had the most visitors then ever within

But she kept him his company till the last man payed his bill

Later that night there was these change of things

He soon realised he had to go as he ever will

She looked at him like an incomplete deal

He kissed her adieu in a puckish snuggery as an oenomel

She blushed her Au Revoir all the way to him☺️

We were sitting side by side on an a lush green grass

Sitting and staring and plucking the grasp

But there is was the question he needed to ask

After a year and above he pondered if US can last?

As a distraction we went for a walk

There he confessed by saying,"we need to talk"

As those words popped out of his box

I fainted inside but ignored and stared at his tux

I waited to listen what he was gonna say

The words were like this,"what if we just slay?"

I couldnt understand what to do as i never expected us away

I wanted to hug and to have out last kiss but the words came out of my mouth was,"okay"

Its such an agony about this relationships You know?

People consider it as yawn in a meal

Its like you got the options lined up to your feet

And you'll pick one and throw a spanner to the others.

Even if you have like few of them with you

Why is it so necessary to have it as bouquet 

But is it really necessary to just smell and throw them away?

Maybe watering them and keeping it in a vase may hurt them and you both

But why cant you let it go? Once in a while?

Why do you wanna have it all even if you know you're not gonna keep it

Why to throw such a massive tantrum on them.Ain't they got life? 

They sure as a hell are in bouquet and maybe they'll die too

But thats a lot lot back in future let'em live

 Let them be shared and prospered

Let them have their own holder.