Analysis of Lesbians Bar

No more sounds of horror and violence,
But they were lots of women whispering.

In lesbians bar, faces seemed beautiful and
Some were more manly then my own self.

Who taught you to speak of a poet words,
Who's lips you adored between me and her.

Our eyes talked to each others feelings for
The first time, but you ignored mine with tears.

I have never owned my heart, since it was
Your favourite neckless that gave it to away.

The heat of emotions is real and fully warm,
While I'm siting with your old pictures of us.

I stopped blaming you, since it was my fault
To love a woman who held my soul inside of her.