She Cuts Too Deep
Gypsy grant her wish and take her away
She cuts too deep, her riptide veins are dry like Spanish wine

The world brings pain to her shed, she cries too much her salted tears killed her mother's favorite flower.

Her pillow speaks ill of her, she sleeps no more. Her entwined stomach grows lonely, full of rage she eats no more.

She's lost in the dark, lost in the delicate night's of September. Gypsy show her a glimpse of light, show her where words of wisdom are written.

Her eyes are starring at the galaxy from far, she's trapped in the clouds isolated from the treacherous crowds.

She cut's too deep the ground is familiar with the taste of her bone marrow, Azrael sticks around but the pills won't go down fast enough.

Gypsy grant her wish and take her away
Take her to a place of sonnet's, a place of rhythm and rhyme, a place of poet's.

I'm small rays of light just early in the morning, before beautiful flowers of the garden start blooming.
I'm an endless entity, an end product of a poet, a true king and you know it.

I'm a rainbow emerging after a wind of storms.
I'm what you hope to reach when you extend your arms.
I'm a red rose that pierces the heart without thorns.
Smiles, I'm the best of charms.

I'm a bag full of insults
Holy matrimony, I'm what you hope for I'm results.
I'm a voice of a broken child, that had wounds but still smiled.

I'm a ****** up child
I'm a messed up mind
I'm what you are looking for, I'm what you find.
I'm a dearest, I'm one of a kind.

I'm the purest of words
Grinded and sided between pores, I'm leader of herds.
I'm a forbidden sound that echoes from the ground.
I'm a small pack I'm profound.


I'm a poem
I'm alined phrases with new faces
And it's a pleasure I finally met these white pages.

I wrote a poem when I was sad
Derived from all my emotions a pen was all I ever had.