I display my lyrical prowess
written words explode from my fingertips but my lips crave to know the taste
what a waste
to be so caught up in the precision
not be free enough to make the decision to break down
let go
flow
like the sea of verbs that ebb and tide in my soul's eye
taking me for an emotional ride on verbal roller coasters
my stomach trembles at the thought of being caught imperfect
afraid to work it like felines on catwalks
my words stalk and haunt me to the highest degree
but I flee
why can’t I set my soul free?
About the Creator
Elle Marrie
A creative multipotentialist looking to leave a positive smear on the earth proving I once existed. Originally from Texas, I'm currently almost living my dream life as a jewelry artist in Los Angeles.
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