Good Men

 

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Good gracious, Lord have mercy 

Cover me in your grace 

Wrap me in your love 

Turn me not from your face 

I have sinned 

Again and again 

Dug, deep, dark trenches 

For the hearts and souls 

Of good men 

Knowing I could never 

Care for them 

I get it in 

Impaired evenings lavished 

With Dom Perignon, fast food and gin

At some point 

Ya gonna speak 

Only so many times 

You can kiss on a man’s neck 

And make his mind go weak

Love always, Esha  <3

Growing With Change

A turquoise view through painted glass

Exists for me and you

Look out the window

Icy wind blows,

The hooting and howling

Can be heard down the block

Where the sidewalk is slick

And men move like serpents

Whispering into open ears

Begging to be closer

Utilizing deception to be near

Mahogany branches sway on mighty trees here

But never leave, bark keeps them rooted

Till their presence is cut off

Time passes…

But the plants remain the same

Not affected by snow

Doused by the rain

Maintaining and growing

Even when the world undergoes change

Rings etched into the base like hopeful reminders

Of a future ever blooming

Love always, Esha