Samantha C. Hensley
“He who knows his way will find me,
For I am not too far, I am your neighbor”
She tapped on the rain-splashed window..
TAP..
……..TAP…
……………..TAP....
In a maze of lost pleasure and joy.
Her eyes quarreled over what to feel.
She steers into dilated conversations..
Heart dipped from pots, to containers, to ponds.
Dripping slow off her heart casing; is her determination..
To live on with her dreams as they stand,
She quenches and curls while her stomach
Quells from obscure gestures of cruelty.
Past relishes convolute anti premises,
Loading; nothing more than an unkind base
Her body flailed in weakness,
With each gasp for breathe was one moment taken away
Her eyes decieve, in return she is hated
...Of shabby carousels playing in her mind
Lullabies of crucial sentiments,
Contradict in her thought of well-being
Her nails screech the wooden oak,
Of tare rooted aphrodisiac memoirs
“Her beauty kept her restrained,
For lust was out to grasp her and shine.
She out classed the rest with such grace
With no intention of doing so, she was put in her place”
A well state mind corrupts the pupils
Of so called family that combust.
Rapists are created from dad, uncles and cousins.
Very few knew the story of benevolence
About Samantha C. Hensley.
Those who knew envied from the depth of her beauty
Her tears grab hold for dear life,
Stretching wondrously to find a stable grip.
She caresses the sides of the window
Vail quilt is wrapped, In healing of her wounds
The rope eloped around her neck,
Tickling her emotions and derailing her motivation
Heart pounds sweat of melodic scarcity
"da dum...dadum.... da dum...dadum...."
Now as she hangs over her dreams..
the tears dance on down in sweet happiness.
The day she is free has passed over,
Free at last she strides away...
slowly her eyes began to close,
sayin good-bye, hanging on a serious note.
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Originally Posted by lyricalweaponry
