L . Woods

But, the betrayal hit

like the stones on her lips

All these farewells

wrap around the forgiveness

and when the times changed

the time came

but, she chose to avoid me

like it was some kind of sweetness

my bitterness famed

it bent and snapped my brain

backed into believing

my own type of weakness

but, without a perm or delivery

or a sense of taste

reece Witherspoon couldn’t

of solved that case

so i rest my face

I’ve let

L. woods go

to release it