Mid winter Is too cold to show you The flowers I’ve collected from But stay a while Let’s get drunk on honey And maybe you’ll find the remnants of pollen left between my thighs -Sasch
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Nothing but Human
Walls cluttered with the sex I hid myself in Heart so full I forgot about myself Mind so conflicted nothing mattered I kicked the pedestal and let myself get lost in immorality The mortal in me forgotten Until I fell face first by the hands of men I never trusted That’s when I lost respectContinue reading “Nothing but Human”
Some Say
When the time comes You might know it Or maybe it won’t come Some say it’s all already planned That our biology chooses Is it the no that’s freedom ? Is it the giving in? I hope to not know the answer any time soon -Saschia
Wildfire
Oh, how his flames leaped forward to swallow the shadows he could have melted me but I am what he’s made of a fallen star a musical conundrum the dust grips me his natural state a tornado of right now a black hole of present I didn’t want to escape it All I wanted toContinue reading “Wildfire”
Speak
If I could I would take your anxieties wrap them up tight and throw them in the ocean I’d take your sadness and carry them to the grave And I’d fight every single battle you were too scared to face But I wasn’t placed here to be your savior I can’t wrap my hands aroundContinue reading “Speak”
Wall Art
It always matters it’s always a big deal hearts souls sex chance encounters those skipped heartbeats grasp em collect them hang em on the wall as reminders of the times you’ve once lived -Sasch
Current Space
The lies of yesterday No longer haunt me The future a blur of goals and fantasies Still my confidence doesn’t waiver And my security becomes a brace I’ve never been this woman It’s uncomfortable But hey this is my current space -Saschia
Colored Lights
Gathered inside by the tinsled tree A masked woman vaccuums Nutcrackers tucked away for a fine year But the colored lights still twinkle As dust gathers in the air And hearts rustle Snow falls gently outside -Saschia
It’s Been Waiting
The world has greeted me As if I’ve been exactly what it’s been waiting for. After all this time I’ve been giving it to everyone else I think it’s been waiting for me to finally give it to myself -Saschia
Alive
I chain myself to things I love most And free myself from anything else Sometimes the chains weigh me down But what is pure love without the weight of chains And the freeing it aches real bad Because even though I don’t let those things chain me The desire for them will always be there.Continue reading “Alive”
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