Spinning,
going to fast...

There's a drumming
a heat throughout my soul...

I am strong, beautiful, independent
Life flows through my hands...

They call her black rose
He who does not know...

With cherry blossoms across her arms
The goddess who enticed my soul...

Ink bleeds black down the page
dripping to the floor...

Pain and insecurities
leak from the space...

Lets play pretend my dear
Holding each other so very tight...

With broken wings she flies
Across the sky she sings...

She's tired of lying
Done with trying...

They say
God don't like ugly...

A bird in flight
An artist to write...