she's got bruised knees and dark circles under her open eyes.
she's awake, but her mind's asleep at the wheel.
her mind once buzzed with equations and theories,
she was a mathematician,
but now she's a songwriter who makes money at the bar.
the words drift effortlessly through her corroded mind,
flooded with dirty thoughts and remnants of her trips.
she's a double edged sword that breaks my heart whether she's an artist or genius.
she's ripping me in half no matter who or what she is.
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Poetry- a compilation of slam poetry/ narrative poetry about the labels we put on ourselves and others, internal contracts, hardships, and difficulties. however, we will overcome and defeat because everyone that said we couldn't, were wrong. we just have...
