The Alexandra manifesto
Society confines me, holds my soul in a cage.
The people they bind me, keep me as a rat to play.
I give them all and i receive the blame,
yet times come and i see potential change.
There she is, laying sublime and gay.
Beautiful as is, luminescent and quaint.
Where have I been? Such a jewel within, yet I am too blind to approach.
Hopefully time has not shown me a lost jewel.
It would be that cruel.
But time seems to stop in her presence, sept to find no reproach.
I see nothing but a angelic Hera,
such a different beauty, petite and plump.
like a fresh fruit of love.
I finally find myself holding her.
caressing her smooth skin, so soft and warm.
I imagine her as my pillow, holding her, rubbing her, let the day be made...kissing her.
then it all collapses , i am pushed away, by another man.
He says no to my desires, claims fallacy and dismay.
What do I do? Her life is not mine to dictate. if she wants me
She would not let him take.
