Broken promises are thrown into the water as they scatter into the blue sea disappearing instantly
Raped of innocence
Vision of my past makes my heart starved for starvation
Destruction of my womanhood taunting me like it just occurred
Living a life that seems like a fairytale
Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the saddest of them all?
My heart shatters into broken pieces as they stumble past my heart
It lies on the cold concrete
A venomous wound standing alone and cold in summer
Living in a world of uncertain feeling
Image of pretty rainbow and sweet melody of the hummingbird
The spell is uncast I have awoken back to reality
The devil took my soul
Vision of my childhood as I am dancing with my enemy
Tears are streaming down my face creating a pretty red pond
Reaching adolescence feeling corrupt by rage
As my eyes are filled with anger
Resentment fills though each part of my body
Unable to trust those near me
I give them my love and they only want my lust
Living in denial I am starving for happiness
Walking down the pathway
With my head up high and a perfect smile
As if life is perfection
Would you still love me…
Would you love my scars–
my discolored, gnarled, footprints of pain?
Would you love my shadows–
the ones that darken my eyes every now and then?
Would you love the cluttered corners
and messy closets of my soul?
Would you love the insecurities
that tag along with my confidence?
Would you love my past
and all its ghosts?
Would you love my future
and all my dreams?
Would you love my present
and all my work-in-process?
Would you love my passion
and my stubbornness?
Would you love my curves
and extra weight?
Would you love the vulnerable
beneath my strength?
Would you love the raging storms
that thunder on my horizons?
Would you love how I long to nurture…
in ways other than from my womb?
Would you love the fears
that loom behind my brave face?
Would you love the mistakes
from which I strive to grow?
Would you love the flaws
I have yet to realize?
Would you love me
Would you love me
Would you love my wrinkles
and forgetful mind?
Would you love my stiff joints
and failing sight?
Would you love me still?