human making art
Women look hatred in the eyes every single day from stripping us of civil rights to interrupting all we say Misogyny stains society's hands
By Rhe2 years ago in Poets
we weren't on a coffee date you took me out for tea but as we talked I felt your eyes get lost in mine, at sea - and on that night you caught me, I
And maybe it's enough to lay in the grass and yawn kissed gently by the dew drops from spirits of the dawn and maybe it’s enough
I felt it then the day I left the only home I ever knew inflicted with a wicked poison the devil himself did brew
the sound of rain engulfs my home and fills me up within I hear it all yet see it not transfixed inside my skin my senses heighten
I drag my anchors through wet sand I sweat and curse and cry can’t even breathe enough to scream until she caught my eye
Love lives not inside my heart but like a brook, runs through me it babbles, gurgles, moves like waves and can be all consuming