My sister my mother, my friend.
She’s a wife not a girlfriend.
She a heroine…
She’s my heroin.
She’s my muse
Don’t confuse my love for her it’s unending.
Bending all the rules for her
She’s my soul sister.
She’s my soul forever more.
and despite her plight, shes mighty and strong.
She will overcome.
I walked through your streets
Like a little girl, reborn.
My heart is worn, for my love for you
Because you’re alone in the battle of existence.
Lost in pretense.
You’re not a whore.
Your suitors, full of tenacity
pursued you over and over again,
Leaving you wanting for so much more.
But who’s giving a fuck about you now?
Your lowered tired brow.
That somehow, still shines through these dark times.
I take a bow to you oh wise Athena.
You are divine, despite your hardships.
You will survive and shine.
Oh sweet city of mine.