THIS LIBRA MALE CHILD
He said it right He said it true I believed cos there was no lie And I had no reason to doubt. Still fearful, I opened the door and took a step, reaching out to reach his outstretched hands... It was a race It was a contest Against time Against contenders Assurance was all the confidence I needed and careful she walked... Slow and steady, she walked, Picking the stones and thorns that threatened to open up the skin beneath her feet and his. Her hands in his she let him lead. She missed a thorn and it tore his feet, He winced in pain and let go of her hands. She felt it like it was her feet, torn. She knelt to pick out the thorns She knelt to clean up the wounds She knelt to show remorse and regret for her incompetency to do the little responsibility she had. He kicked at her, He walked past where she sat on her knee picked up a couple of sharp stones and thorns. Turned back towards her, with the stones and thorns, he turned her body to his canvas and pricke
