Mouth; Not Hands

Sometimes here, is not where you're supposed to be..

She changed my life with her words

she’s a corn syrup girl in a green tinted world

no one wants her around

It’s like she doesn’t belong

doesn’t fit
nothing sits right in her stomach

everything gurgles around in a rotting prison

the corn syrup girl is unsure

The love she found is sweet

but carries a bitter bite

and she must push her worries all the day

She’s a corn syrup girl in a green tinged world

leaving the blindness behind

Author's Note

All of my poetry comes from the heart.