Sipping on her morning coffee, Her gaze, ever so timid, ever so real Squanders her empty heart, a smile So brave! Oh what a blush That shimmer in her highlight. The end of her playlist, the fear Of unfaithfulness. Fumbling for words gasping of void bliss. The demons, now screaming so loud The nights growing ugly The moon in retrograde amidst a clear sky. The liberty of knowledge The liberty of pain Liberty, a bane. yet, each passing day she grows finding comfort in her chaos Embracing one bad memory at time Her soul, a wrecked lost Finding comfort in printed pages That most do not find in empty eyes. The liberty to love The liberty to rejoice Liberty, her voice. ~scribbles of a liberated heart