Affection resurrected

What will it take to sustain affection?

Can we proclaim a resurrection 

of feelings gained which were lost?

If only I could be the boss

of my heart, of my choices.

To redeem the sounds of the voiceless

voices that haunt my weary past.

And all this time has gone and passed.

And it passes. And it passes.

Fleeting winds. Dissipating gasses.

Bonnie, the beast.

Bonnie the beast,

Bonnie the best,

she's traveled the east,

she'll travel the west.

She's fucking baller,

a creator and chef.

An excellent shot caller,

like my good friend Seth.

You live together,

you feed me meals.

And when we gather,

I get all the feels.

It's lucky to know you,

but you make your own luck.

And when people cross you,

you don't give a fuck.

You've come so far,

getting strong yet skinnier.

But its just on par,

for Bonnie the winner.