Elizabeth Rodriguez

Thorny roses, so rare, so strong My Wolf-Howls are the moons new song. I flow through rivers, rain and streams- I water her cheeks when she feels weak. I am weeds that scratch and itch And Through death I appear; a cloudy white sphere. No edges on me, no secrets, no lies. Open Thoughts is an open mind. Either 0 or 5 no 1 2 or 9 Indestructibility is I. Hidden wounds, burning pain, hurting hate. My heart so delicate; so simple so plain Lonely roars travel to the flock of gossipers. My immure secrets are like a stamped of leopards. I am more than just her favorite color; I am a silver platter. And I do more than just love; I do my best to make you feel like you matter.