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

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

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

SAD (POETRY)

It was them dear eyes

That cried lullabies

And gave tears another definition

A new rendition

Called sad

SAD ):

TONIGHT WAS MY LAST NIGHT AT THE DRUG DETOX , I’M TRANSFERING TO ANOTHER LOCATION. A FEW OF THE CLIENTS WERE ANGRY AT ME, IT WOULD APPEAR AS IF I WERE LEAVING THEM. THE HUMAN SERVICE FIELD CAN BE SUCH A DRAG, TONIGHT I’M SAD. MY CAREER IS MOVING ME FORWARD BUT I SURE WILL MISS THOSE CLIENTS, SO MANY GOOD  MEMORIES.

CHANGE IS NOT ALWAYS COMFORTABLE (LONG SIGH) MY HOPE IS THAT THEY ALL STAY DRUG FREE BUT THE REALITY IS SUCH IS NOT THE CASE AND THAT ONLY MAKES ME SADDER ):