“Don’t Judge Me” (Inspired by Chris Brown)

Oh, my love: the line so thin. And such passion, soars the

Soul. I flirt the majesty, afraid to pardon love. Thus the

Angst, a beautiful storm; and thus the tear, a sigh of love.

My actress flame, the picture tells lies: I’m so invisible.

Please judge not, a portrait painted—a friction marred.

For such depth, a mirror far—adrift the past. I’m dying—

To reckon such pain, such affliction. My prayer bead,

Extend a miracle—pray the soul; and forgive, a spirit

Verse, where love was auctioned. But I wrestle love, a

Vivid imagination. Thus the love, a phantom fair; and thus

The love, a segue heart. Please fret, my love, a storm of

Love—inform the majesty. But tear not, a concrete love,

My fairy dove. I’m dying, a hidden love, a field of blood.

But never the sea, a wetted stream; and never the forest.