she remains on my arm

thorn roses

for a crown

makeup making it difficult

to hide an expression,

her heart caught

on the web of her mind

lips sealed tight

for a confession…

broken down

so many times

the cry for consistency

laughs at the irony of her blessing,

since she came from my left rib

its only right shes takes my right arm

so that she’s forever a part

of my left minded meddling…

  1. This is one of my favorites of yours…so much symbolism in it.

  2. interesting perspective…
    well penned.

  3. Interesting, very interesting

  4. a fun read.

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