She took a bath
For a clean path
Give herself a groom
For a new bloom
Put on a knew gown
For a knew crown
Drown hurt down
In a glass of water
Breathe slow
Let it roll
over her shoulder
Could snap
Could break
But a nap
She take
Could hold tight
With all her might
But the shea pain
Could drive her insane
When its clear to see
It was not meant to be
Let her tears flow
Count one,two,three
Then... she let go
©a.jameson
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