Theres a tear in my left faux suede
Cowgirl boot opening a portal, leaving
Tiny creatures, cowboy hat capped, then
Theres the golden paisley waterfall dripping down my shoulders
I’ve got the milky way as a breast plate,
The soul creeps into our lives
Allegedly when we are in-utero
As we grow different facets
Of it shine depending on who
We spend our time with,
Over time the soul cherishes
Being released from its cage
2:01am 1/4/19
the ivory rose