You are my coffee
I am your creamer
In the journey
Of our sweet love
I have become
A crazy dreamer
♥️
©️Sobbingsoul

She was your fragile porcelain doll
You broke her
Panicking
You tried to glue her back together
But she was already shattered

Her hands were bohemian.

Guitar string calloused finger tips,

Colorful paints speckled her skin.
Fragrent reds, gypsy yellows and healing greens.

Dense plant soil beneath her nails.

Her hands created,
Her hands cooked,
Her hands served,
And toiled.

Her hands were bohemian.

You are not my ghost

I will not let you haunt
Your place in my soul
As if a shadow
Upon where I choose to tread

You cannot cling
To someone else’s voice
Or a color
I found
In a strangers eyes

It is not your place
To make me remember
Everything I can’t forget