Male - family - love - strange
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