She’s a sister
A Mother
A lover
My friend…
So magnificent in her intellect… yet for him…
She’ll consistently pretend
To be insensible to the circumstances she’s unwillingly concurred to
A fool
…Consistently ridiculed
Under the construction of brother she thought was raised by a descent mother
Fixings of regret for being another
… only succumbing to be—this man’s tool
Saddened
Indeed I am
To see her wither under the storms that offer no foundation for ferns to stand
Damn…
She is entirely unaware
…. That the sun dances in daylight just to be the glimpse within her stare
UTT-ER-LY BARE…
She did.
The seas of her mind…
And the intoxications of her body graced in curved lines
Purely Innocent
Inordinately kind
Wishing I could narrate the depths of her virtue with everlasting rhymes
Deep Sighs…
If only she could glance into the soul she kept hidden beneath
She’d find the spirit that cries at her abundance of dying demolished beauty
My young broken sister, come sit with me…
Just as life after death…
There’s healing after the scorch of false love’s heat…