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Ayla Jul 2018
It's been a long, cold, lonely winter
the only incandescence being hijacked effervescence.
Frothy nights ending in the embrace of a stranger's hand,
blacked out, wasted,
another set of lips I wish I'd never tasted.
Welcome spring, summer,
fondness for the same old thing.
God, I'm so alone
barricaded behind bad decisions
chasing more, just to complain.
Oh how I need to change.
Ayla Jul 2018
A heavy heart, --- and
a broken spirit,
a vile recipe to delinquence.
A soiled fruit,
she bows her head in shame.

An eager dreamer, ---and
a spirit seeker,
an enigmatic approach to love.
A frozen sapling,
she rises to the sun.
Ayla Jul 2018
Features like a delicacy
All alluring, a soul subduing smile
A radiance longed for a lifetime
With her unpursed sultry pout
The kind men dream about
Eyes upon eyes, she shines
Mirror images of all their desires
Oh how she emanates grace
Carelessly paired with perfect charm
Whatever could go wrong?

Like a siren, she'll lead them on
Luring victim after victim down
With her ethearal darkness
A cunning beast, she feasts
On the souls of mortal goodness
And not deliberately
It's just the nature of her being
Stone-cold, but not heartless
She caves to her desires
And mourns each of her losses.

— The End —