WRISTS

 

The venom will spread,

For those who have done wrong,

All those who contribute while they lead,

It has been enough and too long.

 

Her heart is aching and used,

While the sharp knives have bruised,

Her soul is in bitterness,

She needs to be release for her fitness.

 

The periods are fading,

As she has been waiting,

She wants to back in my arms,

As you never took me with her as you harm.

 

She needs to enjoy life’s making,

As four years have been lost in the taking,

Her legs are now filled with force,

As her heart is filled with abundant of resource.

 

I know that you have lost 20 pounds,

Ate healthy most of the days,

Went out walking out on the grounds,

God, wildlife and I to showed you the way.

 

I can feel your tiny wrists,

As you look online at lists,

With a fake tattoo on your foot,

As you are very organize as you put.

 

You have been at four places,

Since you been gone as my heart chases,

You’ve been near Toronto, Harrow and West Lorne,

My spirit has followed yours since you have been born.

 

I feel the rush in your blood,

While you have left footprints in the mud,

I’m going to sniff and find your scent,

As we are one and together to be meant.

 

Just keep sending me your prayers,

As I miss the dresses that you wear,

You will be release soon with my commands,

Be patient, I see this within three weeks with my demand.