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 still I’m not 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 ropes around my heart are slowly unroping,


I thought I was a mermaid,

But under water,

I’m chocking.

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