You remembered my name.
You remembered my face.
You remembered my words.
You remembered my hands.
You remembered my hope.
You remembered my confidence.
You remembered my faith.
You remembered my body.
You remembered my dress.
You remembered my shoes.
You remembered so much about me...
...yet you forgot my worth.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Worthy
You covered me in rose petals.
You covered me in pet names.
You covered me in wet kisses.
You covered me in warm cuddles.
You covered me in high praises.
You covered me in gold.
You covered me in valuables that only this Earth can hold. You forgot that I was not made for this place; therefore, your riches are no match for what I deserve.
You covered me in pet names.
You covered me in wet kisses.
You covered me in warm cuddles.
You covered me in high praises.
You covered me in gold.
You covered me in valuables that only this Earth can hold. You forgot that I was not made for this place; therefore, your riches are no match for what I deserve.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Sober
Your kiss was the last drink I had.
I have been sober for seven months.
And I have felt every day of it...
I have been sober for seven months.
And I have felt every day of it...
Sunday, April 1, 2012
When You Will
The night is coming when you will take off your wig and lipstick.
The night is coming when you will rub away the blush and dried mascara.
The night is coming when you will rip the hem of your dress in anger.
The night is coming when you will peel off your fake nails.
The night is coming when you will speak his name for the last time.
The night is coming when you will see his face for the last time.
The night is coming when you will break your heel again.
The night is coming...
The night is coming when you will rub away the blush and dried mascara.
The night is coming when you will rip the hem of your dress in anger.
The night is coming when you will peel off your fake nails.
The night is coming when you will speak his name for the last time.
The night is coming when you will see his face for the last time.
The night is coming when you will break your heel again.
The night is coming...
Mic
I will not raise my hands nor cross my arms.
I will not turn away nor walk out.
I will not run nor will I hide.
I will walk forthright and not be afraid...
I will not turn away nor walk out.
I will not run nor will I hide.
I will walk forthright and not be afraid...
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