A Jealousy Of Freedom Poem by immanuel santos

A thought of madness
darkened the horizon
and a beautiful craft
turned like a beast.

How this creature fool me?
or how did i fall?

Yet she sees me like
a hole of lies
but she didn't flee and
took scars that made me.

But then i wrap her
with tons of explanations
and tell that i sorry
to beg her ending story.

Ruthless she is,
if i freeze myself
or no statement from me
both of us lost impurities.

On the other side,
she gets me fine even
i feel mad because it
teases me with a tale of dice.

A jealousy perse
could start a fight
and if i disagree,
she will promise
a single penny and her
eyes make the world a million
pony prize.