poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Mad Woman?Deranged, stupid Woman?Lover, Woman? Of Love,Honest in her ways,In Faith, and Devotion,Can see the Heart within Hearts, under ScarsWoman, Stupid, Woman,How you believe in love, How Foolish of you,To Believe, in the UnBelievers. they All spoke of Love. And so I believe they still Do. Despite being Knifed and Slaughtered,In the Chariot,That everyone slept […]