The Onion Layers
He’s like an onion
with to many layers,
but sweet as honey
Of wild nature, s,
I’ve spent tears
peeling them slack,
some kind of thread
Always pulling me back.
Is it possible,
I finally hit his core?
he speaks,
Words painful and sore,
and from those words
I instantly knew,
Why we are a fated two.
We are like onions,
Broken at best,
tears we have cried
In our layers of mess.
But when Im with him
it’s fairer weather,
instead of broken alone,
It’s broken together.
(2014)
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