Thursday, October 23, 2025

Missing U

I miss the way your scent lingers

like warm rain on hot pavement,

Like the smell of fresh cut grass after a day of landscaping

When flowers bloom their brightest hues

I miss your touch,

Your fingers tracing the lines on my skin like as if you are reading a book written in braille,

Stirring memories of days of old

When your touch caused shivers up and down my back

As if I was struck by lightning

Convulsing as if I was pop locking to the latest hip hop beat

I crave you

I craved to feel you when you were gone

Like a crack head looking for their next fix

And I’m searching for you in the daytime with a flashlight

I miss you

I miss the laughter we shared how it came without warning,

bright as cracked sunlight through a window

lifting me into something lighter, something hopeful.

Something better

You

Gave me hope of forever

and beyond that

Infinity

The love that was waiting for us

Our hearts beating in sync

Your hand finding mine

Our conversation in hushed whispers

with our heads together

In our own little world

The bubble we created

We were the best kept secret

Never wanting to let go or

go

Like school children during summer break

We always looked for one another.

Everywhere

In every text,

In every glance,

In every shared space

That was us..

Now I wander those places alone,

searching for the weight of your presence

in every paragraph of memory.

Damn, what happened to us?


Saturday, October 4, 2025

Naked

 I want you naked

Completely stripped down until your inhibitions has inhibitions

I want the intimacies and intricacies that lead us to be us

Like knowing looks, secret handshakes and butterfly kisses

I want to make people jealous

I want to make them see what they're missing

And put #goals on their pictures

I want it to be us against the world type shit

Like Bonnie and Clyde type shit

Except we don't die

We flourish and tether to each other

Holding on for dear life

Evolving

Morphing

Becoming one 

Creating Lasting memories

These intricacies 

We'll make 

And we will see and believe in the love we want

The love we have

The love that's meant to be

From the first hello

To the lingering touch 

To the kiss on the lips

Too the long goodbye

Too never leaving

To Sunday dinners 

After a long hot bath

And then put that shit on repeat

I want you naked

For the intricacies 

The quirks 

The smiles

That laugh that makes you hold your stomach until the tears fall

And you're breathlessly saying stop

I can't take it anymore

I want you naked... 

dancing under a chocolate moon to the tunes of 

Mary j blige, I found my everything 

Telling me you love me and this is what you live for, and this is what you'll die for because

No one has ever loved you like this

So i need you naked... 


 #Poem

The Placeholder

 The placeholder


Since I moved back from Atlanta

My old jawns have been reaching out 

Even the married ones

They weren't married when I left 

That i knew of

It makes me wonder a lil, like

What if? Hmmm

When I was in Atlanta running em

Blocking,  dodging, and 52 faking em out

You would have thought I played pro ball the way I could block and run and hike the ball, but for sure didnt catch any shots

Sometimes, I wanted to catch it 

And if I caught it,  then I'd be stuck

With the circus

The clown show

Or the hobosexuals

You know only interested because they need a place to stay

And if they were cute enough

Id let them stay

But then it turned into more than it should be

More than I'm willing to give

Me

Id sacrificed enough in my lifetime

To keep giving myself away

To keep giving my pearls to swine 

To keep being a homeless shelter

A ring leader 

Or from a distance, 

a fool

Nothing but a court jester

For entertainment purposes only

Never too serious 

About me

Never really giving any thought to being a wife or their wife

Being married was never really high on my list of things to do

So

One guy I dated right before I left

A multi millionaire 

I mean dude had bread

Im talking owning companies, a few properties 

Trust fund babies, living in a mansion,  Bentleys in the garage,  15 yo son driving a drop top benz and all the toys boys desired

But he wasn't my type

I mean he was fine,  don't get me wrong

He was tall, light skinned

A big guy

He had personality

Charisma

With a touch of narcissism 

And manipulation

And to some he was a catch

He loves his momma

Took care of his kids

But he was a clown

He strung me along for a minute

Or I should say i let him string me along

See, fool

He would throw me a bone every now and then

Even offered to move me in 

But he wasn't serious...

I know what you're thinking but he asked me to move in

True but he didn't know my last name,  birthday or favorite color

He was throwing me a bone

So i could shut up about being together 

However something in me

Just clicked and the song Toni Braxton sang played in my head, He wasnt man enough for me

And I walked away

So my old jawns in Atl are getting married/engaged

And Im in NJ single 

Looking back

Thinking did I miss something

Make a mistake

Am I having regrets

I mean what's up with that

Was I not good enough to marry

Or as my momma once told me,  maybe my destiny isn't tied to a man

Or maybe I was just a placeholder in their lives until the one they desired came along...

Nah.... the fool turned into a queen who wouldn't put up with bullshit and nonsense or lack of common sense

So when they call or hit me up on Facebook or text me like what's up,  how you been? I miss you. 

I kindly reply, thanks, but no thanks 

And say hello to the wife...

Lies

Its grounded in my imagination like embossed leather on a designer bag

Living in a fantasy like Alice in Wonderland 

traveling farther down the rabbit hole 

digging deeper and deeper into a make-believe world that never existed

With shades of blues, light pinks 

And misty colored clouds

Where Popsicles and lollipops are full of color and life 

And children's laughter can be heard in the distance

The sounds are nostalgic 

Almost euphoric

Like love..

The vision of love tempts me

Dangling in front of me 

begging to be enjoyed

Yet

It evades me

Teasing me as I attempt to grab it

Playing hide and go get it

Peeking out behind bushes

Lurking close by

Calling my name

Taunting me

Laughing as I come near

And then running away

love

The love I thought that was waiting for me once I returned

How foolish could I be

Like a sucker waiting for his favorite stripper to slide down the pole into his lap and eventually his bed

Like a spiders web that catches everything but prey

I came back with the hopes of eternal love like the flame that burns at MLKs grave 

I was homesick

I missed everything about this place

Everything that made me feel safe

My mother, my sister,  my girls

My peace

My safe place in the midst of my storm

It was no longer there or within reach

It was quickly shutdown

Like shelters after 6pm

Love like ours didn't exist

There was no rabbit hole to go down 

Only red flags and stop signs

That I finally started heeding

I had to grab a tourniquet

To stop the bleeding

Of my heart

The gaping wound brought 

tears to my eyes

And

I finally heard the bittersweet nothings 

that tasted like chocolate covered lemons

Was me uttering lies to myself

Me Comforting me

And

Me Soothing me

Trying to convince me

That love never dies

Right?



10/3/25

Sunday, February 20, 2022

Motivation

 

When I was asked to do this piece, I wasn’t excited about it...


I'm not a motivator or inspirational or even at times, an enthusiastic type poet


I am a love type poet


I write about rainbows, broken hearts and unicorns type stuff


However, 


I know when I was your age I was excited about being on my own and making my way in the world and no one could tell me what to do


They would say stop being grown


Or


Don't rush to grow up


But 


listen, I was ready!


I had a job, a car and I thought i knew everything! 


I wanted to see what was out there! I wanted to see a world beyond Willingboro NJ...


I didn't listen. 


I was hard headed


I had a baby at 19


I thought I was grown


But what I didn't realize 


Was


Life is hard.


Life will make you question everything you were taught


Life will challenge you.


It will bring out the best in you 


Or the worst


But


It's up to you to figure out which path gets the most energy.


It's up to you to sell people on your dreams


If you believe it, don't let anyone change your mind..


If you believe it, YOU can make it happen...


You'll have to..


YOU CAN DO THIS!!


You can make all your dreams come true.


From a thought


A simple notion


A small action


A tiny reaction


That to some, it will be TOO grand…


But not for you

Because

THIS… IS… YOUR… LIFE!


YOU… ARE… THE… FUTURE


You are here to put your stamp on the world


Give them something to believe in


You will be their


INSPIRATION


their


MOTIVATION


their


LIFE LONG MEMORIES


That you create


Now is the time for you..


and ALL your BLACK GIRL MAGIC


In all your newfound freedom


To forge your own paths


to blaze your own trails,


to fight your way through adversity


To never give up


Bump the naysayers and the do nothings


Show them you got this


You've come too far to turn back


For the future is yours


You're heading towards the wonderful


Marching to the beat of your drum


Leading them like a piped piper


Leaving melodic bread crumbs along the way


Striving


With your


Head held high


Determined


But....


A word of caution


There will be road blocks


You will stumble 


Lose your footing


You may even fall


But hear me when I tell you


never...EVER.. give up...


Get up


Dust yaself off


Keep moving 


Keep pushing forward


It's up to you now


To carry the torch


For the next generation


Because 


YOU... ARE... THE... FUTURE!!!


-aDr

February 16 TwentyTwenty2

My Mother

 I miss my mother.... 


My mother is everywhere in the house and I love it.  I lowkey don't want to get rid of any of her things but we have to.  I go thru her things methodically.  I cry at random times while I'm putting on her jewelry... Sometimes I just sit on her bed with all her stuff on... shirts,  headbands, jewelry,   sweaters and remember her laugh... 

I remember everything about her... vividly.  I remember her big brown eyes... her beautiful smile... her laughter... her voice... her skin... her fingers... her feet... I remember rubbing lotion on her feet and her legs. I actually liked doing things for my mother even when I complained.  

I sometimes felt bad going to bed because I didn't want to leave her downstairs by herself. Mommys a night owl. I am not.  I get cranky about midnight... Mommy stays up all night... falls asleep in her chair,  wakes up to her favorite show like she's supposed to be there.  

I would come downstairs before logging on just to check on her but mostly to hear her call my name.  What's for breakfast? Lady...I have to work.  What's for lunch? Woman...  I'm working.  I would call out just to spend time with her... We had pretty deep conversations.  We agreed on a lot of things and others,  she gave advice.  I'm missing these conversations already.  It's been a few things I've been wanting to tell her...

I sprayed on her perfume the other day... 

I smelled like her hug....


-aDr

February 20 TwentyTwenty2

Tuesday, September 7, 2021

Mortality

Omar died today. Well, Michael K. Williams died today. He was found dead in his place, alone. Overdose they think. This hits different because a lot of us grew up with this guy. Watched him on The Wire and on Boardwalk Empire and countless other shows. He was brilliant in all of them and now he's gone. 

 I don't usually write about celebrities... it's not my thing but as I said.... this one hit differently.. . He wrote a post about his mortality when Kobe died. He wrote, what would his legacy be? How would he be remembered and would he die alone? 

I think about these things often as I live by myself and my son is living in another state. I wonder what would my legacy be and how would I die? One thing about death, it will make you question your whole life... It will make you feel...mortal. Did I live my life to the fullest? Do I have regrets? What could I do differently or did I really and truly love the way I wanted? 

 I've thought of these things a lot but most recently - yesterday, death has been on my mind... With Covid lingering about (to Vax or not IS the question and my choice), diabetes, high blood pressure, cholesterol and other silent killers... what would be my legacy...? What imprint or impact will I leave?

 I'm not suicidal or anything like that. Just reflective... MKW was 4 years my senior and although I don't do drugs and an overdose is a stretch; death is inevitable.. 

One day, we'll all be gone... So what's the resolution? The end game? A solution? Simple.. live.. love.. laugh like it's ya last day on earth.


~aDr

September Seventh Twenty21

Saturday, November 7, 2020

Wonderment

 I too wonder how you got here..

Trying to pull apart my defenses and sneak under the wall. 

Brazenly walking thru the door as if you belong.. 

...here. 

How did you get here is the song playing in the background.. 

Deborah Cox is so profoundly singing my thoughts unbeknownst to her and still.. 

I’ve asked myself that question a dozen times; for, this was suppose to be fun..

Let’s hang out, chill, fuck if we must but the keyword here is FUN. 

How did you get here is now synonymous to Don’t leave me Girl… 

Well, in your case Man but I couldn’t find the appropriate song to go with the sentiment.. 

You get the gest... 

How did you get here... 

Nobody's suppose to be here... 

I tried that love thing for the last time... 

Now I’m waiting for your call. 

Your early morning text, 

the sound of my name on your lips… 

the smile, 

the eyes 

and of course my favorite...

the eyelashes that flutter ever so sweetly when you’re sleepy… 

I didn’t want this to happen… 

Tried to keep it from happening... 

But yet, here you are... 

in my midst...

dropping bread crumbs like Hansel and Gretel...

leading me on a detailed, yet, melodic path as if you are my piped piper… 

…and all I keep hearing is...  

How did you get here… 

I don’t know...

Nobody's suppose to be here.. 

but I’m glad that you are… 

....whispering... 

I tried that love thing for the last time...


~aDr

Friday, June 26, 2020

Side B

Side B

It's funny how you don't see me until you do..
Makes me feel like Side B of a record..
My bad, some of yall don't remember records, albums or cassette tapes...
But I do.
No one played Side B because all the jawns were on Side A.. 
You would play the hell out of Side A
Everybody slept on Side B
Until you accidentally, unintentionally put the record, album or cassette tape on Side B
And then you sit back and listen to the words, to the melodies, and feel the vibe...
And you realize..
You fucked up..
Side B is the dopest side 
Side B had that one dope ass song that you played over and over until the record skipped..
You told your friends about the song...
Made them listen and they agreed it was dope
And even tho you loved the song..
You continued to sleep on Side B
Still playing the hell outta Side A
Until the record skipped and the tape popped 
Still wondering, searching for something that was in your face the whole time...
That you had your hand on, your ear to and heart leaning towards
Until you accidentally, unintentionally put on that record, album or cassette tape on Side B 
Then you sit back listen to the words, the melodies, and feeling the vibes..
You then realize that..
You fucked up...
Because I'm the dopest.... 
...Like Side B..

-aDr 
10/26/18

Friday, June 19, 2020

Peace to the Gods...

So a friend of mine passed a couple weeks ago and few of his friends are having a memorial for him tomorrow. These are times that I wish I was back in Jersey.

We lost touch when I moved to Georgia and reconnected maybe five years ago.. He shared a story about us that I forgot about and it completely changed my outlook. After that conversation, I began to move differently... the me now vs the me then started to clash. He woke me up. Gave me a verbal shake that opened my eyes to the rose colored glasses I was wearing. I thanked him for that..

I cherished our conversations. We're spoke twice a month.. He made me homesick..longing for the days of K-High when he would come up to the school and give me a hug or a nod (if he couldn't break away from the many that surrounded him).


He was the coolest dude I knew.. Had swag before swag was a thing.. His walk, his talk, his demeanor was mesmerizing and he always sucked me in as he did others.. I have no regrets about our friendship.. We talked about everything... He knew me since I was 14 and every time we spoke he made sure he mentioned the 14 y.o me and I appreciated him for recognizing her...


I haven't seen him in years and and now he's gone forever. I pray my friend is resting peacefully in the comfort and presence of his mom... I pray his girl and his friends has peace...


I love you friend... You will be greatly missed and I'm gonna miss our conversations...

Peace...

Lisha xo

Monday, April 27, 2020

We...

With love on my lips, I whisper your name
With a smile in my heart, I see your face
With lust in my eyes, I crave you,  long for you and.. In my mind, I'm fucking you
Dreams of sleepovers, sleep ins and mid morning snacks consume me
Thoughts of you coming to me makes me anxious
You are my unicorn, my elysium, my thoughts of grandeur
You are my hope, my love, my wish
I wish for dreams to come true
I wish for us to be true
To be fulfilled
To be loved in plain sight
I wish for you and me..
To..
Become we...
To become this..
To become...
Close



~aDr '17

Saturday, November 30, 2019

Familiar


Stop listening to yesterday..

Stop reliving what feels…

Commonplace.

Whispers of familiar…

It seems as if we been here before…

A sense of déjà vu…

The fights, the arguments, the petty spats…

…of yesterday.

We feed off nostalgia or…

Muscle memory..

Although the package is different the vibe is the same

The shift, the whispers of

…yesterday…

We have to stop… shake the familiar..

Break the cycle of

familiar

Stop listening to yesterday..

Start anew… Hit reset

Refresh the browser

And..

Change the rapport..

The conversation..

The way we communicate..

Make it more intimate, more kind

More like the sounds of today...

And tomorrow…

You see, I see you, althought you think I can’t

I see what you are, who you are and what you’re trying to become

I know things aren’t ideal and we seems to bait

Each other in these petty spats to test the boundaries of what

We make

Of each other..

Your usual is my unusual and my familiar is your unfamiliar.

But..

I beg you to see me as your today

And...

Stop listening to yesterday....

~aDr 

Friday, March 22, 2019

New...

He said he was uncertain about dating me.. Said he didn't want to waste my time or his... I knew the vibe shifted but damn, that much? I thought it was fun. I thought we were having fun.. I thought surely this time would be different... that we would be different... that this thing we were doing, are doing, well, was doing would be different... Surely, right? So many emotions going thru my mind as the tears streamed down my face... So many words running thru my head as I sat there mute... How ironic a writer that cannot find the words to say exactly what's on her mind as he sat there and spilled his guts.. So articulate, I thought.. How is he able to form any words as I am shrinking right before him? How. Could. He? I struggle to look at him because the tears are hindering my sight. So many tears I thought.. So many emotions in my silence and yet he is rambling on... His voice doesn't even sound like him. It almost sounds disembodied.. Like, the ghost of dating past and Sunshine Anderson is the narrator... "heard it all before...." and I have: it's not you, its me... I've been rejected before... I mean, who hasn't? I wasnt crying because of what was being said... I was crying because I was pissed. Pissed at myself because I felt the shift... This hit harder than most because I thought we were vibing, digging each other... It was so effortless, organic... The chemistry was magnetic... Knowing looks were being exchanged... Ideas discussed.. Dreams spoke about...Things felt like they were falling into place. We were getting to know each other, becoming entangled, making memories, creating intricacies....Then... it happened... The vibe shifted and we became anew....

Friday, January 25, 2019

More...

I am just a booty call who is trying to turn the tide and become MORE.  I always get myself in these precarious situations. I want something deep, tangible and intangible.. How can I explain without sounding cliché, crazy or whiny? I date multiple people so I won't get attached to one. However one always stands out more than the rest. Its nothing that I can put my finger on exactly, he just does. It could be conversation, the way he says my name or the way he moves. I cant explain it, it just is. But this one, this one feels a little different, seems a little different, might be a little different... Could be the way we started…

We got friendly on some humbug type shit. I was a space in time where he needed someone on a more physical level and  I needed something on a more emotional level… He gave me what I needed more than expected which was unexpected and I gave him what he craved for at that moment. And now the tide is beginning to turn. When my legs flew open and he entered my wombless womb, my emotions bubbled to the surface. I squashed them tho. Not today Satan and not with him. By that I mean, he's unexpected. He made me cum like I haven’t in years, something that someone who is familiar with my body took months. After I see him, there's a calmness. No calm before the storm because there's no storm, just calm, peace, an easiness.. I am completely relaxed, not anxious, not wondering if he likes me, just calm. When I get home and I’m lying in my bed, I start to fantasize about him, us. I would dream about us being together, being happy , being in a relationship and becoming entangled in each other lives. I fantasize telling him my deepest, darkest secrets and fears. I fantasize him returning the favor. I fantasize about everything down to Sunday brunch.  I picture myself looking in the mirror with him standing behind me or in the next room, getting dressed.. asking me am I ready? Brunch will be over soon, he says in a deep baritone voice. I smile as I put on the finishing touches of mascara and head to where he is standing and he hugs me. He smiles at me. Looks at me adoringly and says, you look beautiful which makes me giddy. We walk out the door and head to brunch. Our conversations are always entertaining, enlightening on my part. He teaches me things I didn’t know I wanted to learn. I tell him corny jokes and he laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. As we ride down the street, his left hand is on the steering wheel while his right caresses my thigh. My girl tingles as if his fingers are tapping out a secret message in Morse Code that only they know. At this moment, in my fantasy, if I was a kitten, I would purr. I'm enthralled, happy, satisfied, falling deep into the rabbit hole, into the abyss, chasing something intangible, wishing on a choclate, shooting star, smiling the biggest of smiles and then, I snap out of it. Because in reality, I am just a booty call who is trying to turn the tide and become MORE.

Monday, May 21, 2018

Missing Love...

I love talking to you every day, throughout the day... Wishing I had someone like you, something like a best friend that I can talk to, be myself, love and feel safe in my life... I'm getting better with the singleness. I'm getting use to it but some days, just some days, I wish for more...

Anyway, you bring all that to the surface... You make me wish for things... Things more than sexual, things deeper than the surface, things that can't be felt by touch or seen with the naked eye but only felt by the heart, vibrations and energy...

I'm having a hard time expressing myself.. Nah, this ain't a love type scribe... Nothing like that... I'm just missing my other half,  my make me better half, my love, my confidante, my friend type scribe... You make me miss love...

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Not right now

I always attract the "not right now" guys. The "I just got out of something" guys and the "I'm not ready for anything" type guys. 

You know the ones that are emotionally unavailable, mentally unsound, and brokenhearted guys. The ones that put everybody in jail for another woman's crimes? Yeah, that guy... The ones that want to be up under me, sponging off my goodness and mercy, soaking up my strength that drains me of my energy, my good nutrients, my sound judgment making it impossible for me to love me fully. 

Yet, I'm the one that gets him right for the next door prize. I help his mind get right, his emotions level and mend his broken heart. Then he's ready to take on the world and find his right now, his one, his I want to be in something and I'm ready for everything girl. 

I give so much of myself to the not right now, the I just got out of something and I'm not ready type guys that I feel depleted. I feel like it will never happen to me or for me. That I will never get what I see, help to retrieve or help to relieve because I do so much for these type of guys. 

I know that I have a lot of love to give. I know that when he does find me, I will be ready to give him what he needs, wants, desires and never thought he was missing. So until then, I will keep loving, keep hoping, keep pushing, keep being open for my right now, my I want to be in something and I'm ready for everything to find me type guy. 

ThePoet

I’m not a power to the people, black power, raised fist type poet
Im not a Stokeley Carmichael,
Huey P Newton,
Angela Davis or..
Malcolm X type poet
Im not a Gil Scott-Heron,
the revolution will not be televised type poet
Because I am not a revolutionary
However I wish I were...
Sometimes
I wish I could spew facts about police brutality,
cite statistics about racial injustice,
and the killing of unarmed black men and women Remember,
Sandra Bland
Decynthia Clements
I wish I could bring up every name of every person of color that was killed by the police
Like the young lady in Baltimore..
Y'all remember her..
Korryn Gaines.
She barricaded herself and her five year old son in her apartment
And 5-0 kicked in her door guns blazing
killing her and injuring her son
I wish I could remember more names other than the ones in the news..
Like Trayvon Martin,
Tamir Rice,
Freddie Gray,
Philando Castille,
Eric Gardner,
Terence Crutcher,
 Mike Brown
Or the boah selling cd’s outside the store in Louisiana  Alton Sterling..
no charges filed and countless others...
like Linus Phillip Jr,
killed in Forida during traffic stop
because the windows on his rental was too dark or...
Stephon Clark...
who was shot 8 times in the back as he ran to the back of his grandmothers house while holding his cell phone...
As they stood over his body concocting their lies of being in fear for their lives
I wish I was more in tuned with the struggle that I would dare to be natural,
but ayo.. Im a creamy crack kinda girl..
Im like Pookie from New Jack when it comes to relaxer...
It be calling me man...
I need that white stuff on my edges, on my roots, burning my scalp and overprocessing my tresses...
My shit gotta be smooth.. straight.. laid..
You know that saying, fried, dyed and laid to the side or something like that...
But Im not..
I am not a revolutionary
I am a love type poet
The type poet whose heart pours into her words and spills out her mouth and makes her put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard
That wears her heart on her sleeve type poet
Thats in love with love type poet
Thats always wondering where he at type poet
Thats steady screaming of love, broken hearts, rainbows, and unicorns and shit type poet
But if I was..
A revolutionary...
I would damn sure be an African flag flying,
 big black afro having,
 bamboo earrings,
wooden necklaces,
peace signs,
 daishiki wearing,
marching til my combat boots fall apart
all the while screaming
no justice no peace
with a tightly closed fist raised in the air,
until the heavens opened up...
and our slain,
 lynched,
assassinated,
murdered,
forever gone
but not forgotten ancestors
who paved the way rains down and says
It is done, My Child..
But until then,
 I'll be a love preaching,
steady seeking, a
lways wondering where he at,
broken heart fixer,
rainbows and unicorns and shit..
type poet...
Because Im not a revolutionary....

Peace...

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Wondering...

Wondering

I wonder what you’re thinking as I look into your smile
Your smile seems as wide as the ocean and as bright as the morning sun
Your voice as deep as a well buried within the earth but as silky as satin sheets that lay across my body..
I drink in your aura, basking in the gift that is you
I’m like a kid on his birthday, excited at the mere presence of my present,
Yet, trepidatious in opening the package
My hands shake with nervousness as I lean in to touch your skin
My eyes focused on my intended target
My breath labored as if I have been running miles
You take my breath away
You astound me
My finger traces the length of your spine
So easy to get lost in the abyss of your skin
You make me giddy
I giggle at the thought of you
I feel like a school girl seeing her crush for the first time
You make me remember gum drops and penny candy
My sweet tooth coming alive for chocolate, caramel, you
My addiction for sugar has turned into an addiction for you
You are now my drug of choice
My cocaine, my heroin, my mary jane
You are my... 
...muse
My future
And it is you that I choose
But will you reciprocate?

-aDr

Monday, November 13, 2017

Third Eye Blind

My tunnel vision
Slowly closing in on me
Third eye blindly sees

-aDr

Heart Chase

Candy colored dreams
Always leads the mind ashtray
Making the heart chase

-aDr