What poetry and books mean to me. Estarla

  Baby boy- They say I’m trapped in a circle that never ends  Every argued feather  full of lies that was light  as a million stones  of envy and selfishness They call me vain  I bite back with bitter words  that haven’t learned  how to disguise its broken home  Hurt in words that were meant to heal Where am I headed?  A love so toxic and never ending a foolish girl Wanting him when he pushes her away A whisper of broken promises  Of  Broken dreams Soft eyes that hide a turmoil of thoughts A love many say is a trap no where to go  Broken hearts 💔  Teary springs and years that passed  It wasn’t love it was the feeling of being seen  That made her head turn  It was the promise of love that kept her stuck and blindfolded to who he really was🦋

 Missing parts She’s apart of me   I’m apart of her  entwined legs shuddering  as she takes me apart  breath hitched  a whisper escapes our lips  a hitch scratches along my back  a low moan back arched  a low rumble  a plead to go faster  a slow movement  a beginners plead for more  A sadistic chuckle  a head shook no  a head thrown back ass in the air  a explosion of taste  a new experience