Let it come.
Let the cascade of waves
Plow into me.
For if I am as shallow as he said
Then the waves will not touch me.
Let it come.
Let me transcend
From coal into gems.
For if I am as weak as he said
Then the pressure will change me.
For if I am as deaf as he said
Then I will not hear his belittling speech.
For if I lack the polish
to luster his pride
Then let it come.
Let it come.
Let him come to me.
A poem I began forming in my head while walking to the gym yesterday. Before I started working out, I jotted down the first stanza and bits of the next one, plus the overall concept. I’m Just Being Ho
Should my days end with no romantic love waiting for me beyond the veil, or perhaps no lover left mourning me, with a glimmer of light burning sorrowful and bright knowing one day they will join me; t
I do realize this is not what Frida meant with this quote but this is a little spin on it... In Response to the Quote: “I’m not fragile like a flower, I’m fragile like a bomb” ~Frida Kahlo I’d rather
