I asked her un beso?
And then our lips crashed totaling all rationality
I asked her dos besos?
And then our lips became the missing piece of the puzzle
Our eyes collided again at the intersection
But no one is injured
Broken pieces everywhere but together somehow, we're whole
She asked me tres besos?
So, I leaned in again with no regrets, no worries, and just bliss
I know I can't afford to miss, this
And then her lips massage mine
Warmth, comfort, I'm high on you, and I can't leave without more
She asked quatro?
I responded si
Then in midst of war, stress, and indecisiveness we both jump off the cliff to grab whatever is next
Then we both lean in just enough to breath in, each other but not touch
Our lips are divided but I can still feel your touch, before we even kiss
Conclusion is to be determined
But we both know what is about to happen
She teases me and backs away
I chase her then retreat touché
We then let go of passion and grab each other
With nothing but love
My Lily, your dove
Let's go somewhere new and get high off each other just because
p.s. she is my addiciton I told her besame oltravez...
Some days it feels like I am addicted
to the sweet smelling nectar of sorrow
tears stream down like rivulets of rain
from the leaves of my being
gathering in a pool at my feet
I watch in the silence of the morning
as the joy and freedom
the laughter and childlike thrill of life
melt into the puddle
yet I so wish I could feel the happiness
that once was there
where did it go
what have I become
a pitiful addict of suffering
loss and pain
ballade (not a ballad)
This prince we see down on his knees
his wife beside him is no shrew,
Can she believe his guarantees?
He promises to say adieu
to female friend he has pursued.
He hopes it does not contradict
but wonders just how his wife knew.
Lying – the curse of addiciton.
His patient wife he tries to please
to her he swears what he will do.
Betrayal done, he now agrees,
he quits his drugs and smoking too.
And then his hardest hitherto
a habit which we could predict.
From his bottle this man withdrew,
lying – the curse of addiciton.
This prince of principalities
no more will cuss in navy blue,
and he will mind his q’s and p’s,
and he - tobacco will not chew.
He’s making so much ballyhoo
the neighbors see a derelict.
He’ll even bathe and use shampoo.
Lying – the curse of addiciton.
Yo, Prince, come on, admit what's true.
Promises cannot lick or shun
delusion's faulty point of view -
lying - the curse of addiction.
written: Dec 12, 2016
He put the demo to my face, I just looked at the thing
Just thinkin bout that stuff made my ears start to ring
In the front of my mind I could only think about my daughter
Momma needs to be strong so I took a sip of water
Cleared my throat, Barley able to speak
Shake the thoughts out my head, aint no time to be weak
Think about the times it messed up your whole life
Do you really wanna do it
I'd rather die by the knife
Now he lit his own and you can smell that smell
Sometimes beating addiction will put you through hell
It will never be over, You'll deal with it til you die
Just bow your head and pray to that man up in the sky
Why me please just tell me why
When you on that stuff you feel like you could fly
I thought about it for a minute But...
Get that stuff out of my face, what do you think I am
Maybe back in the days but not today my man
I got too much to lose
Better yet I still have so much to prove
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