Wild Wife Poetry

Every time
              i see her wild,
                      i live a new story.


                Wild wife. 



She doesn’t need the perfect.
She needs the one,
who can adore her 
every moment,
who can kiss
her scars
even in the
wild dreams,
who can lift
her heavy heart
in the dark nights,

who howls with her
together,
who brings the
smile on her face,
even when the whole
world discourage her.
she doesn’t need the
long life
instead
she needs the one
who will
help her
to live
forever.

Wild wife.




I am not feminist,
i just look at
the brighter
people.


Wild wife.








Only a
mother
can love
you like
you are
born today.

Wild wife.





I walked along the road
picked her hand tightly,
securing myself
blinked my eyes
frequently
and found our self walking
along the road,
far away from creepy crowd.
Suddenly she jumped curiously
managed to free her hand
walking and feeling the raw path,
crispy dries leaves,
weaving the untold stories.

She looked at me,
smiling nicely,
i blinked my eyes in return,
inside blush, smiling cleverly
seeing her continuously,
lost into the thoughts,
knowing that
she was the one who
find the adventurous path
and I was the one
who lost on the wrong path.





Wild wife.













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