Pardon me I don't mean to be an imposition Impeding on your inquisition But you've put me in a position To be the bitch and Normally I wouldn't mind the friction But the old you I've been missing Read about it in this diction Reminiscing on the past High on love we said would last … Continue reading Tiptoeing

Finding My Voice

I bleed for the page Cut myself open spill the ink from my veins Pour my heart out trying to release my own chains But the feeling remains Im trapped in a cage I like to tell a story or I have nothing to say You get a glimpse of who I am but I'm … Continue reading Finding My Voice