Tag: DameUnique

My Writings Pretty Shit

My writings pretty shit.

But my creativity is legit.

You can’t get a hit.

So you might as well sit!

Wrap a band around your arm and inject a little bit.

I’m not talkin’ drugs. I’m promoting my spit.

Thighs too hot, don’t forget your mitts.

I cry sometimes, but I’ll never quit.

Pussy sweet like honey, but you’ll never get a lick.

Your dreams so vivid, like PornHub you click.

Kiss you so good, with my sexy red lips.

Bought you up to my attention, with my fingertips.

Vegan burgers on my grill, we got an avocado dip.

Saved only memories, but I’m still booking a Lil trip.

Watch what you say, you don’t want Crow to flip.

Running through my city, down the middle of the strip.

Eyes so brown, look deep and you may slip.

Slip into love and feel pain from my clip.

I’m not talking about guns, I’m giving you a tip.

Baby, please don’t cry, cut us out with a snip.

Like I stated earlier, my writings pretty shit.

PS: Did I forget to mention, this whole piece was a blip.

Pussy

You got the pussy

But not the time

My life is fine

She’s not divine

I’ve got the vibe

My mind is mine

You want my time

I’m not inclined

I taste sublime

You’ll always mind

Moments so fine

I’m divine

I have no time

Ooh What A Lovely Pair!

I wake up.

I stretch.

I shower. My scent? Acai-berry yumminess.

I’m dressing.

I examine my outfit, I don’t want to wear layers.

I’m outside, strolling.

Eyes beam across my chest. My chest.

My curves are visible.

It’s true, I removed that additional layer.

My nipples peer out at you. All of you.

Hello!

Hello!

Apparently

Apparently, I’m not good enough.

So you push back on my prospects.

We all must live with our choices, until the end of our lives.

I’m not here.

I’m a figment of your imagination.

Even the sweetest moments were lost.

Know that back then…I never thought this was possible.

I envisioned a delusion.

Know that I died that day.

Know that I was buried in a capsule of bullshit.

Know that my last thoughts were of the good times you conjured up.

One Year

This time last year I was being lied to. I trusted this person and they lied to me. For months…at the final hour, they departed my life.

 Piano Sonata No.14 Beethoven plays as I type.

They then tried to keep hold of aspects. It was a challenging moment, but I managed to free myself from all detrimental scenario(s.)

They tried to keep hold of what they lacked without my presence. 

This time last year I felt these negative vibes – I ignored them in exchange for temporary details.

     Burning red flags presented themselves at every turn. I fanned them away, in favour of something amazing? Like I said, this person had my trust!

This time last year, I danced with deception and flirted with fakery. 

The impact

  • They’ve permanently lost my confidence in their ability, to be honest, and show integrity.
  • I can’t comprehend why I ignored the inferno that roared inches from my body.
  • Our universe will raise them up and at their pinnacle moment of self-actualisation cracks will deepen into graves for their bounty of happiness.
  • I’ll pay my respects with a single hemp seed.

Update

  • private & confidential.
  • My circles are trustworthy.
  • My life is abundant in love.
  • All red flags are acknowledged.

Future Scope

  • We will never see one another again.
  • We will never correspond in any way, shape or form.
  • When the last petal falls and they burn away the facade, I won’t hear the formation of a river from painful tears.

  Legacy

  • They ignited this insatiable thirst. I drink deeply, daily!
  • I’m grateful for the double-edged sword they used to slit gaps in my circulation. I can’t stop the bleed – vampires wait to be fed. They present lies in exchange for life.
  • Private and confidential.