bag Lady

“Broken memories have plagued the hours, arguments and a plethora of shattered dreams has swallowed your years of self-confidence and the passion to love away from you. Baggage of frowning faces and heartaches is killing your ageless beauty”

What A bag lady you have become!

Many legions of men have chosen you to accompany their castle but you can’t get over the lonely springs and the battered eyes and the broken mirrors nor the cold winter nights when he left you alone in your river of tears. I can understand your sleepless nights, when I was a young boy I grow so tired of the noise. Vibrations of my father’s voice have cracked the paint off the walls many of nights. Crawling under the table to escape the dreadful skeletons; but that day death found his way to my home. My mother’s eyes were filled with revenge; the ripper was on her shoulder reminding her where my father last put the gun. Under the table I rocked back and forward trying to escape, falling deeper into my imagination to disappear from that element.

So beautiful queen I know the pain that you store in your heart so I offer you a dollar, just to go into your mental storage and remove all that pain away, Let go of all that baggage so you can claim the love that has been presented to you. I fear that your love is so far in the distance I don’t think you can hear my whispers; I’m reaching out for you like Adam was to God. Iam the great creation; believed to be the head of Cupids arrow, so again I have come to enforce my love and your distrusting environment no black sky’s nor earthquakes will harm you no more. I will be the painter of our Mona Lisa but without the flaws, so if you can’t see now your blindness will hunt you forever.

IamPoetry,