Scrubbed Guts still swollen And big enough for the world to see Eyes shut tight Mind drunk on new fantasies While my Finger tips are tapped by their own thumb music is forming I can feel it in my feet -Saschia
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I Tried
I never thought I had myself together But I sure tried -Saschia
Day Dreamer
Hand in hand Flames nip at my sweater queen of myself Heart stitched to my sleeve I crave an empty belly but a full mind -Saschia
My Pet
I lift my shirt And watch their animalistic features Twist and turn While I lust a long day With a pile of books The misfit kind That are discarded Assumed to finger madness Only it’s those books that speak The music of my ancestors ♡Saschia
Growth
Flowers grow in cracks sometimes Roots definitely do I can keep growing through this Wait I will keep growing through this Concrete can’t even stop me (That’s a metaphor) (Because, you know, concrete can very much stop me) ♡Saschia
Kinda Like
I need to get it out All the earthquakes and volcanic eruptions Nestled beneath the surface I can’t simmer And stew I have to be honest with me About my own feelings So they don’t control me Maybe it will help you be honest with yourself too But I’m definitely not doing this for youContinue reading “Kinda Like”
Finger Tips
the sadness the moments I freeze in fear palms on my thighs the moments I lose myself in emotion to protect my tribe they are all me pieces that will evolve and die and come back to life the smile I can’t wipe from my face the way I act likeContinue reading “Finger Tips”
Ouch
Pulled tight Heart slumped in the middle The strain is too great It feels so like dead babies If only I could sleep through fall And wake up in winter Making the strain nothing But a distant memory -Saschia
For Now
The path has forked Choices must be made but beforehand let’s enjoy this cloudless night Let’s count the stars And make love in the wild No need to rush We’re gunna die either way Let’s enjoy our time together -Sasch
Puppets
She grasps his hand It felt like a place where love lived Hand in hand They shared lies and secrets Thoughts and their brokenness Cracks of light break in And they can think of nothing else But each other -Sasch
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