Life · Love · Poetry · Pride

Poor Lola

She sits beside her throne
Giving away all her love
Her health is fading
But the world is waiting
Hands out and mouths open
She fights her tears
Ignores her fears
The love she receives isn’t real
She never gave time for her wounds to heal
Watching as others take turns wearing her crown
Her community is bringing her down
Breaking her with shame
She lost her pride
So she stood aside
As others took there place on her throne

Life · Love · Poetry

Life Line

Worship poetry not gods
Those that understand you
Cry between lines
And bleed through your pen
Fall in love with blank paper
And watch
As strangers fall in love with the person you wish you were

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Talented Introvert

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The ink has stained my hands
I’ve spilled my truths
Curled my fingers into a permanent position
Fixed my face into a tortured expression
I’ve claimed to be an artist
A skilled poet
I’m married to this talent
That has slowly turned into an obsession
Turned my palm into a personal notepad
Writing down sorrows and expectations
I’m thankful for a pen and paper
They take weights off my shoulders
And boots off my chest