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The days are spinning over head I get lost And high on the things he said But here I am at 2am Without him snuggled up in my bed -Saschia

She wasn’t ugly Not by far Actually, she had a pretty face A face you’d see in the mall Maybe the girl across from you buying panties and a bra You know the one you smile at and politely say excuse me to She looks like she could be your favorite cashier Or someone whoContinue reading “She’s a Pretty Mistress”

Caffeine

Nothing picks me up The way caffeine does I should say more But what else can I say When the energy is low When I don’t have much to say Caffeine saves the day Yaay -Sasch

Winding Road

Ah, the opositonal pulls The maneuvers The crawls beneath the floorboards fingertips that brush the sky No matter how many times They still keep coming I twirl I sway I sleep I play I try my best to extend my web In so many ways And here on this winding road I’ll stay I’ll stayContinue reading “Winding Road”

This Bit@#

I found the one I wanted We had a couple fucks I might have fucked up in my choices But here I am Still writing poetry And peeing on toilet seats (Don’t worry I cleaned it up) -Saschia

I Look

He set me on fire then he kissed me He leaned right in and kissed me Right there in the flames I still question whether it was him I think back to it I look for strings I check the mirror Then he let me go He let me go like he should have whenContinue reading “I Look”

Cold Nose

My nose is cold Like a cat’s But not wet I just want to wrap up in blankets And sleep for hours Without interruption Closed eyes Are my best option When it comes to using what time I’ve got -Saschia

Pieces

I can place the pieces on the game board And attempt to guess my opponents wishes But, there’s always that chance They could give up Or surprise me I’m not much into games But like most others I do prefer certainty -Saschia

Demon Eyes

I’m not waiting for my blessings. I’m collecting them I Tack them to my wall For future reference Souls locked away For my own enjoyment You know, Husbands fucking wives Wives fucking husbands Making babies cry Making writers write Making me rise To another dimension That’s some human shit Tell me about it -Sasch

Not That Type

I do want to avoid this I’m not the waiting type I get what I want I’m spoiled rotten But impatience keeps making me Pay the price So now I’m over here Forcing myself to focus So I don’t become that good wife Sitting around waiting Like maybe he’ll come home Just To feel thisContinue reading “Not That Type”