Nobody Saves Themselves Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

Nobody saves themselves...

she overstands my miseries

offers herself as a gift to me

Bride to all my collective pains

I have given her the shatter'd pieces of my heart

take care of whats left, my love....

she loves and protects all the parts of me that i will never accept

places herself between my ills & my joys

Jill led Jack up the hill as a boy

& I have exiled myself from society until i discover my attractive purpose....

distract'd curses she chalks up as intelligent ignorance

lets run off together

for worse or for better

they believe us as we decieve trust

all is fair in love & war

she smiles and dials the number...