She is in chains,
THC deep in her veins,
Her clothes covered in bloodstains,
Mind filled with hurricanes,
Nothing but bone and flesh remains,
Missing the days she would kiss him as it rains,
But he has the reins,
So she will cut free,
If he cannot see,
He is not meant to hold the key.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
