I sway to the chatter of trees and whispers of the breeze
Drowning my therapy as it counseled my nerves of distress
I trip into the embrace of the ground and hover painfully near a puddle
As I look at my reflection, a total drunk mess
As the lightning snapped the silence and the rain swam laps in my hair
I hold my bottle like a trophy towards the sky
Now my body feels more free as the Boulder of burdens go aflee
My nerves make love to the poison as I cry
The bottle goes empty and it lays shattered like my dreams
I close my eyes and sing along with the breeze
Then my mind stops running to Hell and gets pampered by tales of fantasy
I look again at the puddle to see that I am wasted and free
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Inside Her Roses | A Poetry Collection
RomanceTake a journey Inside Her Roses and discover fields budding with Romance. Each petal is a sensual experience that will lead you to personal depths of understanding, challenging you to feel and empowering you to be. Bask in 70 poetry pieces that blee...
