Lady K. Milla
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I admit, that woman you so desired when you were with me, is a divine creation. I compared myself to her down to the fine angles of her nose tip. I do not have her singing voice and I lack the 12 thousand fans on my following. I do not have the sexual comments or heart beats and kisses that make me oh so desirable. The excitement you must have felt when she toyed with you at those midnight hours in your media within a media within a media.... How quickly she dove into your imagination of possibility. I should've let her have you sooner after walking into her play pen to find you fiddled like a Barbie doll in her collection.
You with those Eiffel Tower legs and your porcelain backbones. You with the stargazed eyes that look at me like I'm made of wonder. I invite you to relax with me tonight, to get out of those knee-deep graves. You will not find my heart buried there. I admire your dedication but when I told you my heart was in hell, I meant I was the only one who can bring it back.
Raise your words, not your voice. It is the rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
That midnight smile and your 2am eyes, will be the death of me; my demise.
I thought your laugh was my favorite thing about you until I made you moan and once I heard those gasps and sighs...
you turned on my soul.
The moon's so fickle with her love; always disappearing once the sun comes up.
Strange how complicated we can make things just to avoid showing what we feel.
You want the parts of me you can love easily, forgetting that it's all or nothing.
You can't litter negativity and negative comments everywhere and then wonder why you have a trashy life.
The most beautiful thing in the world is the world itself.
Whoever is careless with the truth in small matters cannot be trusted with important matters.
Do you ever stop to think that maybe coffee is addicted to YOU...
I'm washed up in the tide of her lies and the boats had warned me about her.
Lord give me patience....because if you give me strength I'm gonna need bail money to go with it.
It is easier to build strong children than to fix broken adults.
Should I go left where nothing is right or go right where nothing is left?
I was sad so I purchased a pair of shoes....
they did not love me back FYI.
The only difference between a flower and weed is judgement.
A poem...begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.