I was sitting in a bar Slowly sipping wine Trying to have fun When I met your ebony eyes You were dressed in white Talking at the bar Entwined with the light When I first saw your smile It came as a surprise Don’t think I romaticize You got me mesmerized I totally fell for … More Your ebony eyes
There’s an extremely thin line Between love and hatred And I’ve been wondering for a while Whether I’d already crossed it Or if I’m still walking blind Waiting to be elated © Lusessita Kingsley
(13/01/2019) Thank you for your silence when I needed to be talked to I learned to listen to myself I learned my voice is powerful Thank you for your absence When I needed someone to hug I learned to comfort myself on my own I learned self-sufficency Thank you for your indifference When I needed … More Thank you for your silence
and yetthis mere thoughtof giving upmakes me feelso disgustedmakes me feelso horrified and yetsome thingsare unavoidableI’ve waited way too longfor you to show upfor you to come along and yetit’s shamefulthat I’ll settle fora man who will only talk too mucha man who can onlydo so little I don’t want to be on my own … More Untitled #2
(02/01/2019) And for all those months my heart would always skip a beat every time I feared you wouldn’t fight for me… © Lusessita Kingsley
(November 2016) Morning reflections. Something has changed. In me, I guess. Dancing no longer helps, nor does the alcohol. I eat, I drink, I sleep, I go to work. Everything seems to be automatic, though. Days go by, Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays… I hardly notice. Thoughts in my head. Thousands of thoughts per minute. None … More On the Pursuit of Happiness. Part Six.
Don’t ask for permission Just come and give it all to me Put it in my mouth Leave it on my lips Smear it in my hair Spread it on my skin like chocolate Let me have it in me Make me feel it Make me choke on it Make me taste it like a … More Don’t ask
(10/10/2018) You can’t take me for granted Because I am not One day I won’t be there To save you again I’m not a lonely mountain Always standing in the same place Nor am I the tree Rooted in the ground I am the bird soaring in the sky I am the dreamer having my … More Not for granted