PRETTY

Tell me you love me

Not with words

But using a sign

Not with your hands

But with your eyes

Feed me grass

For my health not

But for my pain

Shield me from all of his reign

Kill me

Not with a knife

But with your hands

Let me know how it feels

As you bury your anger deep in the field

Paint me pastel

Observing me not

But by how I feel

Grazing all of my curves

Sweeping all of my worlds

Tell me you love me,

Be not afraid to feed me grass

While you kill me, paint me pastel

Let the world know...

Am I pretty now?