The world through a tear drop
What is this world I loved
She was Sold to drugs
She’s feeling pain
She said she’s numb
Why is she the one that I shunned
Coughed up half a lung.
Get off the mattress
Been with an actress
But fire and water always clashes
Look the fact is
You don’t know the storms you create with your actions.
Lost at sea she’s left stranded
Sun beats down and she can’t manage
Salt in her wounds left her damaged.
She wants to know what the plan is, your thoughts can be planned but only time will tell what happens to that seed once it’s planted.
Arose from the dirt is a rose in the image of your actions, from pain stems the thorns beauty born out of madness, petals lost, taken for granted. If heavens on earth it can only be found once you’ve landed
hit the ground and seen what happened.
Now she’s dressed in black her life’s been tragic,
The weight of the world is in the size of a tear drop and she can’t take more of what’s been handed, so she lets go and lets the world drop to end her sadness.
Copyright © Anthony Bookram | Year Posted 2021
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