Belly bursted wishes
and confusion.
I drink your words
as you spill them over
and wish for better days.
What we get
is what gets us down
or all around
and I am grateful.
Angry.
Baby bursted wishes
still I know better
and wonder what is better.
Hallucinogen conversations
told me so.
Baby waits some time
but wanted to walk across the sea
who took my soul for now
until we return.
She wants me and I want her.
Almost as much as you.
Baby prays to her.
Baby prays to me.
Every day I am more ready.
Every day I am here.
Let's build a home.
Let's build a dream.
Let's build a legacy.
Let's. Let's. Let's.
Come. With me.
And build.
Denielle S. Rose - February 22, 2009
- copyright - Denielle Prokopenko Rose * 2010 *
