I am a mother, a wife and I am my own person, at times. Life has thrown me for a loop, that is certain. Reading and jotting down my emotions or thoughts, is the only solace I can find, at times. It is a outlet, in which I can escape and venture my most inner inhibitions. I don't get to write as often as I would like. Nonetheless, anytime I get the opportunity, I seize it and enjoy the ride.
What we do
It's the scent of your cologne That ignites my pheromones It's everything, it's nothing It's the big things,it's the little things All the spaces in between It's the jagged pill I must swallow Yet, it leaves me bear and hollow You stripped me, you sucked me dry So, I drink and toast to you And this drunken stupor I'll endure My cards were on display Here's to everything I gave, everything taken My hand was too full, my heart, forsaken You were my home away from home When everything else turned to shit You took me away, while momentarily, with those sinful lips and your passionate kisses You were my dealer, my fix when I had that itch I became addicted too much too quick Unbeknownst to me such pleasure that wasn't treasure Your words, love, kisses a novelty Everyone had a piece Nothing given is custom made It is barter, up for the trade As the words blur, the lines become a skew and my mood morose Here's to you, here's to me A one sided love, never genuine, never true.
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Drunken stupor (09/10/2014)
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