Indulging
is a knifed net
seizing my chest
to take out my heart
before the end of my mind…
Indulging
is a knifed net
seizing my chest
to take out my heart
before the end of my mind…
beetle bouncing
noise on the ceiling
my head itches
being mom is hard
Sometimes
no, lately always.
It seems unclear to me
that love is real
and really exists.
Because the years, they take away
that passion, that newness, the scare of losing
without discovering those parts.
Those parts you want
instead exposing many parts you don’t want
and didn’t bargain for and yet if you are lucky I bet
those parts don’t outweigh the good parts or shall I say
The good-bye parts.
The good-bye parts don’t outweigh the good way
they be.
Conquering my world one glass of wine at a time
Visual Artist
survival is triumph enough ~harry crews
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My attempt to listen to every song I own
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