The Poetry Bar

Distorted Melodies

She was always a little out of her head,
floating between the tangled vines
that wove themselves around her hips,
opening up for the light of a single ray.

Her buds bloomed early in spring,
and her eyes sang melodies so loud,
there was never a reason to break the silence
that followed behind a stunned gardener.

She knew not only how to dance
in the sounds of her madness,
but how to play with the lust of nature
to win the eyes of whomever would listen.

My name is Marysa Storm, I have a book published titled The Four Stages of Poetry, and I am currently in the process of creating another to publish soon titled Penny Poetry.
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