Blooming
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She clings to me; like a button on my plaid shirt.
Sewn in strategically.
Gradually withering away in her fibers
But holding on for the life of her.
My hands are soaked in sweat but I cant interrupt her steady breath.
We were different;
We were different before paying bills
We were different before heartbreak
We were different before going out into the world.
The world;
A matrix of experiences,
When I was younger I use to think that something was wrong with my skin,I would shower 4 times a day,Scrubbing extra hard and using extra soap thinking that some dirt would come off,
Guilt blooms in my chest like an unwelcomed garden.
But luckily I chose to weed them out before they had any chance to stay and wind around my heart.
Growing up,
We wanted to make our family proud.
Our teachers thrilled.
Our peers happy.
But growing up,
We always made our family shake their head in disappointment,
Our teachers in disapprovement,
To question my sexuality
To question everything that I once knew
That I was remotely sure about
That's hard
For Her though
thats has to be the easiest choice I
could make
To question my sexuality
To question everything that I once knew
That I was remotely sure about
That's hard
For Her though
thats has to be the easiest choice I
could make
Heart beats
extra two beats
every time I see her face,
She a goddess,
Not just being moddest,
Mouth drops fifteen inches
even when I'm fifteen inches away
Yellow over Green
What auras you bring,
The gentle breeze creates a soulful melody
As Maraca leaves shuffle to their fertile dance
The harmonious birds take center stage
