words twisted to look like flowers bestowed yet with dark motives
are no less equal to a cheap pick up line
my words metamorphosed into poems by your will shall be meant for you
i don't see any greater glory than that
for none whom is deserving i have come across
and now that i look back i realise
my cause noble and will strong
for in kindness and love as soft as a flower
yet in principles as loud as thunder shall it be
i have no reason to bow down and surrender to fate
this is what i mean by i had enough