Revolving Door Policy Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

she has nothing more to say
revolving door policy just let it sway
seducted i trusted a hidden face
shes in denial on trial with herself constantly judging
a tumbling facade shes created with help from her ipod
songs that you would swear she wrote,
her alter egos beg freedom from her on the d-low
stiches when she spoke you could hear her open wounds
drowning in fears/tears in her cucoon, a suicidal butterfly
Zs floatin above her shell a mind that knows way more then willing to tell
as she sits in a well, located deep in her mind, prolly the left side cause all her rights have died
'i cant seem to write no more'
well then let the words be expressed thru speech
be naked to the one you 'love' or be naked on the streets......
Now i hear shes wandering around looking for cloth that would risk her presence
she sold my presents, she has nothing more to say
revolving door policy, just let it sway