Squeezing the life out a word
Using the actions of a verb
to walk for me,
If I don't sell my brain
No one will buy it,
So I pick up the pen
Write them down
and be immortalized
In words
Captured in phrases,
That come from
Playin' with my mind,
All sumed up in this composition
Mangled among sentences,
This is my sanctuary
Where my thoughts chain together
Like notes on a staff,
Revealing the inner workings
of my flesh,
Through an allegria of tempos,
That express my emotional Rollercoster
of experiance...
Now tranced on the innerworkings of womanhood
Where the voice strugles to be heard
Yet, the experiance is written
for the healing and building
of this temple of self.