now that the baby is gone; i saw your true colors, & it's not what i wanted
Category: Writing
Promises
your hand reached for mine; fingers danced like petals on a breezy day up my arm down my forearm it's all part of your charm.
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it's not that i don't trust you i don't trust myself to see you for what you do not for what you say; every lie is a dime out of my pocket & out of ten- i came up short to pay for the next.
strawberries
it's the sour first bite that leaves your bottom lip split between another or something new- to tiffany blue's sweet red wine's hands deep sinking beneath another;
red plastic cups
you lead me on like a laser to a cat i follow into light screaming choir or a darkened pit of nothing; i'll be you're play thing
cold december evening;
#Poetry
the end of an argument
trigger warning; i remember the burning- the smell of blood keeps my stomach turning nightmares swarming, only peace we crave is at the bottom of a bottle.
melody
it's the care in your eyes; behind the mystery behind the walls behind what you want everyone to see- to see dark, there is a song- you sing with your eyes a song of sorrow and loss heavenly voice painting a hellish picture
eye in the sky
i knew you were trouble but i liked it; red flags blew in the wind like a dog's tongue on a road trip no no i saw them but i bite my bottom lip looked at the casino red ceiling and rolled
flower garden
i remember the day you sprouted out of my garden a little daisy quiet and free petals like fire reaching into the sky a merry bud
Saint's Muse 