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My angel,
Do not fly so close to me
For I,
Would clip your wonderful wings
Keep you my prisoner
Locked away in a cage
So I could gaze on naked beauty
Your innocence,
Mine to corrupt,
To use as my will
Burning you with pleasure
But your beauty always shines
My darkness is blinded
Still I take,
Refusing you the key
My angel,
I am a demon
Copyright 2015
 Mar 2015 Gloria
El
Platonic lies
 Mar 2015 Gloria
El
It hurts to know
I love you
It hurts to say
you care
It hurts to smile
claim my platonic love
for you
when I know that all of my heart
is really there
 Mar 2015 Gloria
skyyy
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 Mar 2015 Gloria
skyyy
god is the way I
feel when you are inside me
I think I love you
/
I want to paint an image of Thy
That's not to be made with Water Color
Indeed desire to paint an Oil Painting
Blue will take from the Sky
Green from the Grass
I will take the Yellow from Barren Fields
Red will be borrowed from Parrot's Lips
And water from Your Tears
Will be grown thousands of Lost Dreams
After mingling of all the Colors
Thy face will be floated,
As the thousand year's "Mona Lisa"
With a patch mystic Smile
On my Gray Canvas

The bottom of the image's will be written
"You, My Beloved"
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen
an oil painting of thy,
if like please share your comments/ share / repost
best wishes all of you/
 Dec 2014 Gloria
AFJ
drunk texts.
 Dec 2014 Gloria
AFJ
When your ex,
Texts you on some..
"Babyyyy where you been?
I miss you and i need you, always feel you like the wind"....

**** you left me though?..
Why'd you even save my phone?..
I thought we went our separate ways i thought that we were grown?..

That's when she calls me up, && i smell it in her tone..
If only she knew, Alcohols a quick escape and not a home..

Shes like..
"Naaaa nah bruh,
ive only dranken just a lil.....
But in honesty,
like really we should go on dr.phil.."

Proceeds, on some..

"i need a ride, whats for dinner, why dont we go visit moms"
playing the Weeknd, on a weekend, its The Same Old Song.

i always pick her up, and drop her off at Katie's..
******, like **** you know **** well she can get this crazy!
Now Katie's mad like, "****, you be her roommate then!"
I'm like, that was the plan but that **** caved in..

Well, this will probably happen again next week, & the week after.
what a long, sad and repetitive chapter..
i mean to most drunk texting is a matter of laughter,
but it leads me to drunk text her back & attack her...

On some,
"Babeeee where you been...
I miss you and a need you, & i feel you like the wind.."

Shes like..we talked about this before..you never hit me up when your sober.

I'm like,
"nor do you, so so so when you coming over?"

She hangs up. .
Happens twice a month.
im sober when shes drunk..
& when shes sober im a chump.

relationship? Or relation-****?
Either way,
Far from a REALationship.

But i guess you can say, at least we speak it could be worse...
by the way, later today its my turn to text her first..




-afj
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