Warrior
Anarchy,
Listen to this heart that roars out in protest -
That demands to feel and tread on through battlefields of forgotten lovers and old versions of myself that lay at my feet. Pieces of them scattered along the journey to always remind me of the past.
Rebellion,
So many times I have tried stomping her out.
Forcing her to relinquish her passions and childlike innocence. This heart of mine is a warrior,
I hope she never dies.