Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Then one day the seasons changed
The bleak and cold disappeared
Though the nightmare remained
The fire never ceased.

Between lies and deceit
She waded the waters wide
Thick as blood
Yet she remained her ground.

She would continue to turn heads
Only hurting from the inside
Whilst dragging them to the current
To watch them drown themselves.

So let it be
Go seasons... Go and change
Let the waters be rancid
And the cold come from bones.

I am she!
My footwork is set in stone
Walking up river with flame and fury
There's nothin like a woman's scorn!

well done Jess...a clear picture sets a good course for sailing the oft turbulent waters in life

Thanks saw.