Sea Salt
Words fall to this page like leafs off a tree.
Still ask myself,
"What comes with being a born-free?"
Is it a past we never had to see?
Or
Is it the present thats as bitter as salt from the sea?
His And Her Pain
She said that she would rather be dragged through the mud than fall in love, Would rather have broken bones and a broken skull than lose her mind over a lover, I told her it's about patience, don't worry girl you'll find the one, She said she had found the one, one two many times, Spent one too many nights with her heart aching, her soul shaken, and her body bruised, She told me that she had given up more then she wanted to, Told me about when she was carrying her developing offspring within her body, how he kicked her womb Till she heard her unborn's heartbeat fade away, That was her one true love a dead bruised fetus, who from dust came and to dust did her love return, I told her to believe, that her tears shall one day turn to tears of joy, She told me of the cold nights she spent with rope in hand, how she was never afraid to leave this world, She never understood why the sun had chosen to shine on others, while she got hailstorm ...
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