One who wants to spend time with you will make time for you...
I have lost myself in the name of finding you,
Your pretty words has clouded my judgement,
Lost in the bigger picture,
A subject to your abstract affections,
Flattery is your skilled trade,
Your tongue is poison with a siren's gaze,You reek of innocence cloaked by the devils veil,
Yet you sprounce like a leopard, changin your spots however you please,
Detest your cunning ways,the web you trapped me in your torrid tales,
You led me in a ship and sank it ocean's deep,
High I was on your drunken touch,
Somber from a dose of reality's punch,No more will i thirst for your summer warmth,
Or linger for a taste of those berry tainted lips,
For I have seen the burn that lies behind your shimmering candle light,
No more a prey to winter's carnal bite.Writer's p.o.v
Thank y'all for your support. I'm excited to get into the holidays. Get ready for more play of words on the way.
A lil sth for y'all but admittedly not my best work. This was based on my hurdled up feelings these past few days although I didn't express as best as I wanted to but hope for y'all (ever grateful) support.
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Tea Of Thoughts
PoetryThis is my little gallery of scripted words from the diary of a Nigerian teen. Hope your enjoy your time here.