Lady P

She sings me to sleep, Holding me in her arms And pressing on my tear duct Drinking my tears as they fall It sweetens her Like nectar does a butterfly My tears sweeten her. My tears were her nectar My tears are her nectar. Rather bitter nectar.


Broken people need whole Whole people Because although another broken person May connect with past hurt and grievances Whole people give a perspective Of what should be And what they desire to be Because we all deserve to be Whole.