Repost: ~~~~~~~~~~ For me from my love for our children lala, sassy, coco: I heat up, I can't cool down You got me spinning 'Round and 'round 'Round and 'round and 'round it goes Where it stops nobody knows Every time you our darling kids call my name "Mom" Angel Mom" every time I Mom you call you sweetie pies lalasassicoco " P. a. t. r. k." papa too comes to mind.
Your names up high in the sky" Scarlet Letter " A" is seen A for Angel.. ine. My rkrdd, heat up like a burning flame Burning flame full of desire Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher Abra abracadabra I wanna reach out and grab ya Abra abracadabra Abracadabra You make me hot, you make me sigh You make me laugh, you make me cry Keep me burning for your love With the touch of a velvet glove Abra abracadabra I wanna reach out and grab ya Abra abracadabra Abracadabra I feel the magic in your caress I feel magic when I touch your dress Silk and satin, leather and lace Black ******* with an angel's face I see magic in your eyes I hear the magic in your sighs Just when I think I'm gonna get away I hear those words that you always say Abra abracadabra I wanna reach out and grab ya Abra abracadabra Abracadabra Every time you call my name I heat up like a burning flame Burning flame full of desire Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher Yeah, yeah I heat up, I can't cool down My situation goes 'round and 'round. "Here I am, send me an Angel" to lay me down on a greenest grass, In memory of his velvet canon caressing my cheek igniting those forest fires that forever burn ~~ By: Steven Haworth Miller.
You had more time, More opportunities, More time to be a kid, And more time with your mom. You won’t have to bury her When you’re 23 Or plan her funeral. You get to live life for yourself, uninterrupted; Without the burden of trying to hold together your family. Im happy you won’t experience this, For a long while. And while I don’t want to be,
Lost childhood a shattered snow globe on the floor enchanting glitter and broken glass, swirling in a mass, I find no cure. Swept up the shards that faintly jingled while being discarded cut myself cleaning the mess and it scared a surface of me that must stay hardened.
So independent I can live on my own don't know what's best but it's better unknown. I am shaped the way you had me sculpted I've got a sharpness deep inside here's the woman that has resulted from a young girl's need to hide.
Mom I brought a portrait photo of you with me to art class the teacher said I looked just the same everyone always told me I was like my dad I was so happy to be beautiful, that day.
and I know you've said you don't understand poetry so I'll say it easy I love you so much I hope you don't hate me for what I used to be. Forgive the broken snow globes I have already forgiven the memories.
There was a night Sitting in my room Engulfed with pain That old bedroom With memories plastered on the walls You sat next to me Seeing the pain she had just put me through You said to me “It wasn’t your fault” And i cried Tears i’ve never cried before Sadness Anger Relief someone saw it too You held me Ever so tight Said you wouldnt let go “It wasn’t your fault It wasn’t your fault It wasn’t your fault” Made me scream it aloud Until I knew it was true You kept holding me while i cried Thinking I’d always have you
You said it was all my fault It’s not my fault you raised me this way Your life The ****** ways you grew My life Having to start anew You blame me for the things I’ve learned from you “Do what I say not as I do” A ****** thing from the both of you Tiptoeing around a line that was askew Her teaching me things that will never be true Lies from the mouths of people I knew Reject Neglect Needs that would never be met A million thoughts in my head But only two that say what I wished I had said *******
I never felt loved. I remind myself it’s not because I wasn’t lovable, but because I was made to hate everyone who loved me and loathe everything I’ve ever loved. You had to purge me of love to assure you were its only source.
I looked for love in a golden page— learned quickly what it was to feel imprisoned by flesh-– learned quickly I’m meant to feel so tightly wound it’s as if barbed wire snakes my skin. I’ve yet to come undone. The serpent is starved for its prey and I let it swallow me whole. I know I was born to listen— born to obey. The word “yes” was burned on my tongue from the moment I could speak it, recited like a scripture, scorched into my subconscious by a “saint’s” shallow sermon.
Love was never patient, nor was she kind. Love struck without warning. She consumed me whole as the serpent does and spit me out when she was full. To this day, I starve.
Love was pompous. I was nothing but she was the world. No pride of God could measure to that of the saint who loved me.
Love dishonored me with every slice from her tongue. Love was selfish. Love was rageful. She shattered with the lightest touch. She was wicked— a liar. She claimed to keep me safe but my fear of hell was nothing compared to my fear of her. I was the only thing love hated more than herself.
Love recited my wrongs more than my name.
Love says I’m a liar. She says I am cursed like her. Deep down, I think it’s true. Love was fruit grown from a poison vine. Deep down I know there’s cancer at my roots. Deep down I know I rot.
Love only wants me when I’m small. When I’m afraid. When I’m alone. When I’m malleable. Love loves me when she is the only thing I have to love.
The love I know is violent. She is brutal and unforgiving. Love killed me with her first touch.