poem

[Grrrl]

Ruin the notion with rotating moans,
In glass houses you shouldn't throw stones,
Pesecute me for being naieve,
Cast shadows of doubt on what I believe.
Tear me apart limb from limb,
But the surface is all you skim,
You don't seem to realise,
That despite your efforts my soul still flies,
It's flies further away from you,
My soul flies free, my soul stays true...

[weedguru_animal]

sometimes my dear your words evoke images of physical and emotional imprisonment, but I am heartened to see that your soul flies free and true.