When It Comes Push To Shove
A passion may die as a wilting flower only to be reborn next year.
Stronger and fiercer.
The teeth sink in this time.
Their is some bite.
A spice of I've been here before but I got to do so much better.
A flame to the letter.
Ashes in the ocean to remember the forgotten.
This is for you and my love.
Let it reach the heavens above.
Let my thunder in my own voice to shake it down to its very core.
That is me when it comes to push to shove.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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