On being brutally honest

In the arrogance of thought brutally honest, asking g, aloud, where’s your

Compassion gone, the boot come from? I wanted her answer, left my safe zone to

Find her. Love rose up from the ground; an earthquake a hurricane that shakes us, G,

Whenever we’re found. Life erupts in a tempest, love and longing sweep over us, an

Army assembled, the event ready to climax, i love you, g, mmm… enough said the land

Disbands. Your tears haunt dandenong leave my intellect unarmed, and no street gained