The breeze sways to the rain
But my ankles still tattooed a lock to your chain
And I talk to myself
Cause wont nobody else listen

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I am riding the embers of these aches

I am LaBella

And I will die alone

A wrinkled

Old slut

I am riding the embers of these aches

Turbulence through this double face

What a broken place

Sand storms elude this chase

There was no one to catch the red that fell from this place

Double minded

Can’t rewind it

Because she will always wear

A painted smile

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d make it audible

Allowing even the deaf to hear

 

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d pant it purple

Signifying royalty

And make all the blue disappear

 

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d relinquish loneliness

And mix this liquid with a prayer  

 

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d give it an automatic reset

So that it would never be in need of repair

 

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I would never create it

Cold

And salty

Like

This world