Every time I see this image I wonder, All her drawers are open, her hand is reaching almost like she is trying to hold on to something. Why is my lady so empty?? why does she look so sad???
This makes me think of one of my favorite poems. The following is a couple excerpts from it: "She's got drawers in her stomach, yeah she knows how to swallow her pride, but it get compartmentalized in the crawlspaces, and builds up inside. She says she's fine, but she lies, so she keeps sunglasses on to try to hide her eyes. And at night, she stays out of the shadows - it's one of the only times that her true color shines...
I keep an ounce of hope inside one dresser drawer in my chest! Every now and then, it grows, if watered, to a seedling, at best One time, it grew and stretched through the cracks into the next, but I just can't make it blossom, cause I just can't make myself forget… and now there's nearly nothing left…"
This makes me think of one of my favorite poems. The following is a couple excerpts from it:
ReplyDelete"She's got drawers in her stomach,
yeah she knows how to swallow her pride,
but it get compartmentalized in the crawlspaces,
and builds up inside.
She says she's fine, but she lies,
so she keeps sunglasses on to try to hide her eyes.
And at night, she stays out of the shadows -
it's one of the only times that her true color shines...
I keep an ounce of hope inside one dresser drawer in my chest!
Every now and then, it grows, if watered, to a seedling, at best
One time, it grew and stretched through the cracks into the next,
but I just can't make it blossom, cause I just can't make myself forget…
and now there's nearly nothing left…"
I love this poem Aaron!! Thanks for sharing :)
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