He keeps me up at night with talk of love and hate. Lust in his eyes, sin on his lips, and heat in his heart. Who is this man and why am I so taken wi..
My thoughts grow like a pulse every idea spikes in depth. Every word set my heart in motion and make it more sound. The regularity of beat tells a sto..
he keeps me up at night. with talk of love and hate. darkness in hiseyes, heat in his heart, and lust on his lips.his hand brushes my chest and as he ..
Poetry is like opening my mind for the first time. Which is like a tree sprouting from it's seed.Shifting it form into a stem.Flowering its' leaves an..
Day turn into night and night become more treacherous riddled with the sound of me dying with a broke heart. They say sane is in the mind my sane live..
He knew what he wanted and I knew what he couldn't have long ago we wanted each and after moments of just wanting and not having we grew apartwords we..
After a tragic accident, bad break, and ruined friendship. La' Nia Janes must learn to cope with being blind and in doing so she falls in love with a..