Queen
Rambunctious woman
Your pursuit is unfathomable
Forge your shackles, not into crowns
But into swords
And you will live to see
The world at your feet.
Bullet
No less would I take a bullet for her, she would bear
Witness to a smiling man as she caressed the
Trigger
And blew my mind.
Wildfire
Her lips kissed mine
With thunderous applause
And dressed my mind
In subtle wildfire
Wild eyes
Her wild eyes tamed this heart
Long before I was just someone
She Loved
Vic Meyer is a 22-year-old South African writer living in Paris. An ex-professional rugby union player turned analyst for Stade Français spends every second away from the pitch on writing. He is influenced by the beauty and turmoil in the heart of Africa, and all things to be found there.