Tell me that you love me,
This is how I wanna be.
Here in your arms
You're all that I wanna see.
Some girl feeling on you,
Who the fuck is she?
Lust or love,
Neither choice comes free.
But our love has become a vine,
Choking out my inner tree.
Tears will come and join the sea,
Ima clear my heart of your debris
Cause me loving me is priority.
No longer will you fuck with my energy,
But a queen I'll always be.
About the Creator
just Kay
I travel. I smoke. I read. I write. I consult. I plan. I entertain. I love. I enjoy. I create.
A Digital Pandemic.
After a long day in the department, Emily dropped her worn and tired dark leather bag on the counter before navigating through the small and disordered kitchen to grab a cold beer from a contrarily empty fridge. She hadn't had a chance to unpack since moving from Newcastle to Glasgow, let alone shop for sustenance, except for cold brews naturally.
By Billie Whyte4 days ago in Chapters
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