So, there it was a room. A man and women, feelings for each are of liking, but now with muscles raised in preparation for a fight.

      

            Before the bell rings and the bloody heart handshake, her words have left me but naked, a slight black spot from her tongue, has left a bruise, matching the few other black spots from the menthol abuse. I take a breath cause battles between hearts are all the same to dances with death, a game on the edge of a cliff, but there is little I have to confess…”

           

            You are strong women, I admire the challenge, but there are dayz of past, that I let the breeze take away, where I have tried and lost my balance on life. You are strong on friends and tough on love, but on both I am cold blue, in the abysses of pain, my heart has been shoved. I have peeked above for only the naughty sun-rays to bite me, back down, and back down, my home in the dark sea. I am coming to a time where I will rise back to the divine land despite what the sun sayz, such a evil man who has driven all my true friends away, to different states, to different schools, different districts, to other friends, all the same I am left the fool. Even the closest I call my brother is cruel. I am here to tell you yes, it’s not a film, but some do consistently only get bad reviews. Lucky I am not, few things bother to cling to my name, but I have never ever felt ashamed.

            I admire to challenge-no shield, no armor, in my world I am, my friend, the author, the mother, and the father. The pen is my god in which I foster. Thanx for keeping me sharp, a few tips before the bell rings. Before the bare handed wrestle with your heart.