My dear Melancholy Did you let your ego win Or did it get you down on two knees Am I too late to the party Or are you totally consumed I know you watch me from a distance Hoped that things could’ve been different Bitterness in your delivery A slippery slope Polished intuition Up ahead…
Smoke & mirrors
These bold lines Once blurred Turned us into acquaintances You left no fragrance behind No pictures on the walls Painted pretty canvases That never saw the light of day Still you had a lot to say Pulled on our connections Looking for a reaction Pulled on our connections Expecting me to let go Damaging the…
Frequency
I laid there bare In this moment of truth As you drank From my fountain of youth Manipulate my senses Caress away the tension All that I embody Lies here next to you Fluent in the sheets Foreign language Only your body speaks Lyrics to my soul Intertwined in harmony I’ll sing all night Swing…
The Narrator
I know this girl who writes short stories They speak of love Some of hurt A little of betrayal Tales that left with the wind Fairytales imprinted on her heart She leaves a little magic wherever she goes I know this girl who learned to forgive Who learned to be soft With an exterior that’s…
Picture perfect
My feelings and words won’t match up I’m searching deep within Trying to add them up It’s like my tongue knows a secret, I don’t I want to share a story about this girl A rose that grew out of concrete She sleeps alone at night In between the sheets She’s caressed with joy Cuddled…
Florescence
I’m running out of ink Drowning in my sadness Afraid to face myself With no will to live It hurts to breathe Sinking deeper in my own words Cursed with talents Blessed with curves Starving my gifts Drunk at the party Too stoned to feel Went cold turkey I let the pain pierce through my…
Sweet love
I know it’s been a while I’m learning how to write again This unfamiliar smile Sweet joy… Miles turned into time Trials turned into dust Past and present merge Sweet Romance… Pen to paper magic coexisting I sat with my words for months They held me poetically hostage I let them form random sentences Some…
Chapter 9.
I heard an elderly woman say “there’s something beautiful in every chapter of our lives” So I began to study yours in mine I thought of what you left behind I thought of what you took Mostly I kept coming up short Like the story was unfinished Like somehow it had diminished Toward the end…
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