Deep bed set in the earth,
Crying for the woman's worth,
Evergreens form a softened wall,
The velvet sheets not letting her fall.
Secret room set back in the woods,
Where she can feel bad, or she can feel good,
Where she can cry a thousand tears,
Not how people says she should.
Slippers made of berry leaves,
Lips stained from the sun,
Sun filtering down in the perfect heat,
From this heaven she never has to run.
Long hair spread out on the bed,
To this place her broken heart has led,
her tired body, her tear stained cheeks,
The deer they watch her, powerful yet meek.
Twirl the curls around her hand,
Here she doesn't need a man,
She has the sun, the moon, the stars,
To heal all of her hurting scars.
Deep soft moss right underfoot,
She smiles like she didn't know she could,
Stripping off her clothes and pain,
She dives to the bottom of her lake.
Laid out on the rocks her body so smooth,
Nestled deeply in its comforting groove,
She lets the sun warm her icy heart,
This time from her secret place she won't part. |
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