Sip and Poetry

She fell for the one Who aimed to polish the world Everyone lives in. To love, the timid image Of a man she was loved by, once before. She drew a love now made ridged, Detailed in a dim lit room, Frigid, yet no room to pivot. Motionless notions to Escape these lipid men with waterproof emotions. Afraid of commitment Afraid of the very desire that cued Thier love commencement... See, We own the homes we create And still fight the fences! Battle of words, yet he shows Up to each battle drunk and defenseless, As if ready to end this...endless Pretend, mess. Desperately. Yet she, sees the need to feed Something he so temporarily Needs, for his restless greed.... Just to flee..in hopes his hidden queen Doesn't cop a plea.... To such a love made municipal... Slandering her very poetic principles... Need one not write so tangible, If the powers possessed, are invisible. He was a poet, But unrecognizable to Poetry. She, Spoken Words Which could have confined immortality. He was unlovable, directly.. He was only for the masses He was for an actress, One who acted happy to be his actress For her it wouldn't happen She planned her seductive escape She saved the date, Just to obliterate the very Thing she created. Only to incarcerate it. To aid her Poetry.