I am selfish with my love for the world For you For us I will love you inside out I will push and prod and poke I will release and catch And give you space All to make the world a better place Because that’s what I would want For myself -Saschia
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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
Crooked
Sideways days upside down Me as a disappointment to myself The lift from within the jolt The awkward flow fills my mind -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”
Human Lips
Fingers intertwined Locked into submission From some irresistible urge Don’t pretend you don’t feel it The pull Ignore the fear and the doubt Feel the ocean Taste the breeze Close your eyes And fucking kiss me -Saschia
Bared Bones
Bare bones splinter A man voices his disregard An ache low and bitter Sits in my blood The uplift The drop The dazed eyes searching for something They always knew -Saschia
Safe
Tucked under my blankets The doors are locked The kids have kissed foreheads And warm toesies Safe from the cold damp night -Saschia
I’m Home
The lights turn on I’m on my way home Stripped bare In a constant state of reflection The web The red connections And moments that were always meant to be -Saschia
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