CrazyIs

Crazy Isa woman scorned heartbroken and shatteredNeglected by a prison of her own makingDeeply feeling the cut of every broken promise lied so stylishly through paper doll lipsCrazy Isthinking higher of the brilliant mind’s potential barely reflected in the truth of the daySeduced into believing her presences can blast down the wall made thick by nature’s blowsCrazy Isthe reaction of cold heart nostalgia in brushing off all past lovers as unsteady and overbearingDenial of whose hand grips the sword of silenceFalsely offering friendship as bread crumbs for severance to untrue loveCrazy Isholding on to fleeting connection as if it were a human right to bear witness to another soul standing bare chested, exposed and short of breathDissolving all trace of you, me and us for gut wrenching survival to get out of the mazeCrazy IsPretending at grown up while playing teenage fling shocking the system to contemplate foreverRipping through the silky web of polite interaction in front of sheer rage and hateall those thing we are meant to keep tucked away in composureSweeping clean depressed longing and shame raised by a family of wolves dressed as sheepQuick to avoid the view of the other in order to appearNot soCrazy [simple-payment id="404"]