She was the tear drop that birthed from my eye
That made my smile feel like fire
And cheek bones bloody from desires twisted wire
Cutting beneath how long its been
Purposely planting weeds
That grows vines underneath my skin
She was the crooked laughter
After the last chapter
That made water into rain
And made the journey feel like the deserts terrain
She was the tear drop in my eye
That made winter hot
And summer too cold
She was a tormented thought
Of being 20 years to old
She was the means to two ends
Shrouding knots for a dying amend
She was the ghost in my curve filled eyes
Who should live if I should die?
She was the teardrop inside my crooked laughter
“Purposely planting weeds
That grows vines underneath my skin” I love the vivid descriptions in this poem. It is terrifying and beautiful.
THANK YOU DEAR,,,,
Beautiful. I love your spoken word recordings.
Your words are always stellar.
THANKS IF I CAN ONLY GET THIS SOUND CLOUD THING DOWN. IT DOESN’T ALWAYS WORK. I HAVE TO TOY WITH IT A FEW TIMES FOR THE SOUND BAR TO POP UP.