What Used To Brew In Her Mind Twirled, twisted with her all Tittered past a care, a wall Rita rioted without regrets Sweet sunrises, sour sunsets She thrived in the twinkling Her close past was rankling Its reality, heavy & haunting Its mental dances daunting Today no tempest brewed No hell, hurricane hovered She had to be solid, positive Detoxing was up & instructive Bright was her train of thought Beauty of a tomorrow she sought It was hers, not about anyone else She kicked the asses of nightmares Future nightmares not her business She danced a dance of freed silliness On her mind bravery bellowed its arrival A previous poor park for this, that upheaval All She Wanted Was To Be Right her stories buried under an edgy chest, they rioted, rumbled ,seeking to reach a crest inside her silences, her moments of aloneness an interplay between her calms & their rowdiness though untold, they told and retold their sorry stories of moments in time loved, lost into an ocean of memories she feared telling her best friend or her aunt that each time he passed by or she caught sight of his photo, it was a crime she turned to her pillow for comfort but it was tough & tight she wasted ages navigating a past that failed to make her right The Upshot Of A Honeyed Greeting |
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