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Kingafroninjaa Nov 2011
One puff.
I know I shouldn't be doing this
I'm just going to regret it
I thought I was strong enough to resist
But he makes me feel so good..
This will be the last time.. I promise..
Two puffs.
I don't want to stop
The peak of nirvana is suddenly tangible
I can feel him creeping inside of me
I have to make this one last
This will be the last time..  I promise..
Three puffs.
Can this be real?
I can feel your warmth next to me
My fantasy has become my reality
Is this the happiness that I've been looking for?
I'm happy now.. I  promise..
Four puffs .
Why is everything going back to normal?
What's going on with us?
Weren't we just happy moments ago?
I can feel it slipping away..
Please don't leave.. I'm sorry..
Five puffs.
Where did it all go..
Kingafroninjaa Nov 2011
Even in the darkest of the night,
I can still remember those lips finding their way towards mine.  
We can barely see what's in front of us,
But yet our bodies are gravitating towards each other.
I'll let you guide my body into the night.
The darkness brings us together.
The darkness holds no fear.
The darkness conceals all flaws.
As the sun begins to slowly creep against the horizon,
He quietly leaves the sanctuary of her heart.
As the seconds of the morning sun ticks by,
He gradually becomes nothing but a dream of her imagination.
The light grasps the truth.
The light enhances the shame.
The light shows the scars.
I can still feel your warmth tingling against my skin.
It's time to wake up.
Kingafroninjaa Nov 2011
It's a new day.
She's standing by her lighthouse.
Waiting for the day, her ship will arrive.
She had a ship docked her port once.
Oh, the memories they shared.
Oh, the places they traveled.
Oh, the love they had for one another.
But suddenly,
His ship sailed without her.
He docked at a new port,
Leaving her alone at her lighthouse.
She's stuck.
She still thinks of the Captain of the ship.
Wondering if he thinks of her as he sails the seas.
Wondering if they still have a fighting chance against the seas.
She's sees a ship coming closer to her lighthouse!
Could it be the ship that she gave everything for?
The ship that left her at her lighthouse?
The ship that has haunted her dreams?
The ship that broke her in more ways than one?
No, it's not...
It's a new ship that she hasn't seen before.
Who is this Captain?
He's docking at her port and staring at her.
He approaches  her and smiles a friendly smile.
She's hesitant and slowly backs away.
Should she trust this new Captain that has entered her dock?
He could be like the last Captain that left her at the lighthouse.
Or he could be the Captain that takes her on a journey around the world.
Kingafroninjaa Nov 2011
She steps outside.
The sunlight beaming on her beautiful dark skin.
The breeze of the wind going through her thick ***** hair.
She embraces the world but yet there is a dark cloud following her every step she takes.
What could it be?
She can feel the warmth of it caressing her skin.
She can taste the flavors of it fondling her tongue.
She can hear the noise being absorbed by her ears.  
Everywhere she goes, it follows her.
Every breath she takes, it will always be there
Every time she blinks, it will always be there waiting.
She can't go forward and she can't go backwards because the little black cloud is there.
What can she do?
Face it head on like a battle between good and bad.
Pretend it isn't there and just live her life
Or embrace it like a long lost friend.
Kingafroninjaa Nov 2011
She wants to cry so badly.
The tears are there as she writes.
But they quickly disappear.
She knows only the strong survives.
So there is no room for tears.
Kingafroninjaa Nov 2011
Why can't she get it?
Doesn't she deserve it?
What's wrong with her?

How many tears must be shed?
How much blood must be drawn?
How much longer must she drown in this sorrow?

When will she get that pure unfiltered happiness?

What's keeping her from this happiness?
Is it her past that's constantly haunting her?
Is it the fear of being loved?
Or is it the feeling of being vulnerable?

She knows the answer but yet she's afraid of the truth.
Kingafroninjaa Oct 2011
He's beautiful you know.
His crooked smile.
His shaggy beard.
His gentle hands.
He's beautiful you know.
The way he holds me afterwards.
The way he listens to me.
The way he looks into my soul.
He's beautiful you know.
I wish he were mine.
I wish I could keep him.
I wish I could be his.
Am I beautiful for him?
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