Madame X : Writing

H.

H.

A Poem by Madame X


Fuq u. who the hell do u think u are? i am more woman than you could ever dream of, think up or fantasize about. that's why ur little punk a*s is afra..
Remember

Remember

A Poem by Madame X


i sit alone in my darkest hour wondering, contemplating, needing to understand why people feel the need to be so very cruel.....how they can find plea..
W

W

A Poem by Madame X


i am everything and nothing, all at once.......my dreams are nightmares that haunt me in my waking hour....do i dare to dream or do i just simply exis..
Dijon

Dijon

A Poem by Madame X


do you haunt me....yes. do you want me....yes but you're afraid. of my womanliness...of my rapture...my truth, myessence frightens you only because th..
Fiyah

Fiyah

A Poem by Madame X


what what what! am I too bold for you..am I too much for you...do I make you uncomfortable...does my mood take too much mind power for you to digest t..
F

F

A Poem by Madame X


My fantasies of you always seem to start out as waking dreams but soon when I fall asleep you appear: Always my body is warm with anticipation of you ..
"SiLeNcE"

"SiLeNcE"

A Poem by Madame X


do u even know who u are? where does ur abyss begin and truth end, or is it the other way around? i can't judge. i have my own arguments and disagreem..