Lady K. Milla
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I take a sip of my coffee, 3 creamers, no sugar. I tend to leave room for the sweetness of my morning. I look up and lock eyes with someone gorgeous with glazed eyes and to them I happen to be the donut.
- The Sweetest Morning
Oh creator of mine, you've burdened me with such a heavy heart. I deserve a much stronger ego than the one you've given me. I pour myself out to the ones that get thirsty but don't plan to stay. And this ego does me no good if it cannot even stop my heart from giving my love away.
She looked at me so invasively
Her soul peaked into my transparent windows of time
I took her gaze with vulnerability
As she asked to kiss me,
Little did she know I had worn her
name on my lips for quite some time
And with a kiss she undressed me
As my lips wrote my name on her body to match mine
Heedless of the web hanging from every corner, I ventured into your space.
Again I dangle from your weave
You always find a way to wrap me in your promises so tightly
I believed your invite
to be something I trusted
R.I.P. to the fools
who came to visit you so blindly
I see you hang their carcass like a trophy from that thirsty tongue so proudly
Constrained in your devotion
The lechery scene of their bodies
You leave them suspended from a straight-jacket cobweb
As you drink from their seductive flesh
R.I.P. to the pests of your future meals
I sigh in disappointed to your habit
As I escape disheartened by the damage
For the docile creature I had once seen
My heart is pulled from my chest like a compass in your direction
Do the planets and the stars fight for our souls to be together?
Some things are too magnetically strong to be coincidences…
A flower does not beg to blossom
A flower does not beg to be seen
A flower does not ask for your help
For it is only in weather that her destiny is dealt
A flower does not beg for glue
She embraces her falling stems from just one to a few
And she ages in grace
Enjoying the season in pace
Until she dies from the earths demand
And the bee's honor her by
spreading her pollen throughout the land.
Will it ever be "US" anymore
Like it ever was before
Will I ever fall back in love with "ME" before I fell in love with "WE"
Will this silence between us measure the
days of our longing or measure the days of our departing
When this path I walk alone ever chooses
to bring me home
I just want you to know
That I'll be happy knowing that your someone somewhere out there growing.
The rain pushes water
The moon pulls the waves
The sun burns hotter
And life turns into graves
The birds fly higher
The fish swim low
The earth spins without care
Of who will come
and who will go
I was made to flow with ease around you,
I am like the river
I was made so powerfully strong,
I am like the waterfall
I stretch so far and wide, every part of my body is named in oceans
But you my dear mountain,
You try to control my flow.
You let the sun dry me up in the summer.
Both of you hoping I would never return.
But the clouds helped me up for vengeance and dropped me onto you like a coat made of snow for the winter ahead.
I used to blame the universe for her absence and I used to think it took her from me.
I later thanked the universe for the lessons, for bringing her to me and taking her away.
Until I learned about free will.
And I realized that I am in the option of everyone's choosing.
It is not up to fate or even up to the universe of who will stay.
We have always been in control of our dependence and independence.
So thank you for coming,
but just know that
I blame you for leaving.
Hello Lttrs Family,
I have decided to embark on my journey to my first book. I will post a page a day from here on out and I would greatly appreciate the feedback and comments.
Goodnight to all you writers and composers of words.
On a side note, I am now on iTunes, Spotify, google music, and Amazon under the artist name Lady Tr3ble. If you'd like some motivational music as you write, id strongly recommend my easy listening tunes for your delight.
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.