
Carve me a smile
With the tilt of your eyes
Glistening wetness
Tears rain and glide
Blissfully broken
Your glee starts to seep
Face lost and broken
Sobs turn to weeps
Freeing the Mind and Defining the Body
Dive into the lost aspects of your mind and soul.
Carve me a smile
With the tilt of your eyes
Glistening wetness
Tears rain and glide
Blissfully broken
Your glee starts to seep
Face lost and broken
Sobs turn to weeps
The musk of her words
Brings tears
like rainfall.
A weeping rain.
Heart caged.
Pulling at the bite.
The poetess.
Destroyer of Content.
The Bringer of the Real.
Keeper of the Imprints of Hearts.
When her words fall,
the world aches.
And there is no thing as a better place or time.