Thank you for checking out some of my work. Its not easy to allow outsiders into your world and explore your thoughts, but sometimes you have to put yourself out there. Maybe my words will be a comfort to someone, or maybe a voice for another.Either way I hope you enjoy it~I am A.M.
UNTITLED
What happens when love that was once new, withers? Remember when you looked at me with such intensity and passion, that all it took was a look?
What happened? Now you don’t look at me at all. you’ve blocked me from your view, no longer rose colored, but black.
We tiptoe around like everything is kewl, walking on eggshells, but it aint.
What happened? We’ve become blind, rather than walk away, we play it safe, for fear of the unknown, fear of flying solo, alone!
What happened? We’ve become blind, rather than walk away, we play it safe, for fear of the unknown, fear of flying solo, alone!
I can’t live the lie anymore, wanting to blame you , but its me starting back in the mirror, tear stained face as my mascara runs.
I cannot hide it anymore, as much I want to go, I stay, the poison consumes me.
YOU, ME AND HER
She still wants you, but I got you now
She misses what she had, I’m enjoying the time spent
She craves your attention and me, I want it you give it
She wishes she could have u now and I have you inside me right now
Who am I, I’m the chick that’s picking up where you fell off
Oh are you upset because the love you thought u had, has found another?
I’m that chick now
She misses what she had, I’m enjoying the time spent
She craves your attention and me, I want it you give it
She wishes she could have u now and I have you inside me right now
Who am I, I’m the chick that’s picking up where you fell off
Oh are you upset because the love you thought u had, has found another?
I’m that chick now
PIECES
Pieces of my soul fall off likes strips of paper, my heart begins to shred.
Pieces of my mind as it wanders across the sky to find Him, Him who has got me so fucked up in the head, that I can’t shake Him.
Pieces of my thoughts write on paper in the dark, why, cause I don’t wanna see,
Pieces of my fingers trying my damnedest not to pick up the phone and call or text, just to hear that voice one more time.
Pieces of my body that want Him inside me filing me with the flows and joys of an orgasm so sweet, the first time I felt Him inside me, I almost cried.
Pieces of my soul in strips paper with with that were written for Him, Why Him?
Pieces of me that want to reach out and touch you feel, you, but all it comes back to is me and my pieces
I’m still trying to find the right words.deep, clear, touched a part of my heart that brought pain & tears. Wish I had that God given gift
Beautiful poetry…thanks for sharing!
Very good writing. I cannot wait for more of your poetry. You did one helluva job. Thank you for sharing!!!!