Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 May 2020
Ileana Amara
running out of my favorite coffee
on such a fine evening to work and write poetry,
without a hot mug beside, it feels incomplete in all honesty,
went for some decaf, apologies, my taste does not really fancy

IA ☕
 May 2020
Ileana Amara
who am I to hold you back
if you're bleeding to go
and I'm aching and screaming quietly
wishing you would stay?

IA ☕
I think there will always be a time in our lives when we have to let go and accept that some people come and go like season changes.
 May 2020
Ileana Amara
she
she breathes chaos
with a sophisticated beauty of a lady boss
fear the unpredicted, for she stops at nothing
when she desires something.

IA ☕
I have been reminded of a beautiful piano piece I once played with a violin, entitled "She" by Charles Aznavour, the words of Kretzmer are also mesmerizing.
 May 2020
Ileana Amara
still the same old person
asking herself nearly 2 a.m.
do I get coffee or get some sleep?

IA ☕

— The End —