05 28 2018

When it rains it pours
Real life experiences translated into metaphors
The cuts from his tongue my body’s worn
Fragile- delicate but I’m a woman scorned.
See this journey I’m up for
Another show on this heartbreak tour
The salty water which pours
From my beautiful hazel soul
Can’t cleanse the walls of my distorted ocean floor.
Cracked and broken
Vines unwrapped
my levees open
Something deeper than shallow is what I was hoping
The vines around my heart are slowly unroping
I thought I was a mermaid

but under water

I’m chocking….

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