12-06-2017, 08:44 AM
rooting and nudging
better titled: me
scrounged out sins from decades ago
barely cause an old maid to flinch
she's spent, you see, shuffled in a deck,
through all the piling sand;
now she just rubs on scars,
some old brands of trickery;
her lips are practiced
in quietly spitting out
all ugly, bitter, venom ever sneaked in;
she's often mistaken for a beautiful butterfly,
when she's just a dry leaf in the wind
whose gusts of freedom were given
when crosses of sorcery's power were revealed;
they took away her choices
so dirt's been turned to stone
as snouts are made tender
over new rings.
better titled: me
scrounged out sins from decades ago
barely cause an old maid to flinch
she's spent, you see, shuffled in a deck,
through all the piling sand;
now she just rubs on scars,
some old brands of trickery;
her lips are practiced
in quietly spitting out
all ugly, bitter, venom ever sneaked in;
she's often mistaken for a beautiful butterfly,
when she's just a dry leaf in the wind
whose gusts of freedom were given
when crosses of sorcery's power were revealed;
they took away her choices
so dirt's been turned to stone
as snouts are made tender
over new rings.
there's always a better reason to love