blank pages tell stories before they are written. i love you's are exchanged before they are given

now left smitten by promises of disbelief my mind wondered when she asked, i want to know where the devil sleeps. the emotions came when she awoke next to me.

we agreed this would only be exstacy. now look at me, look at us. like we were so late for love, it put us in a rush. we cuss and fuss.

so long from the nite i smeared her blush. my intentions turned to mush. ive lost my strut. at the moment of your touch. and i cant...****! this cant be love

is this devotion? smiles, kisses, lying in bed just hopin? and for what? things to get better. is that why i wrote this letter?

i dented my own armor you said you fell for me because i was such a charmer. the same words bring pain now. its anger when you scream my name out. it aint the same in the same house.

and i remain how? whats so strong about pain? what changed in our exchange? we question each others mind frame because the picture isnt the same.

Your emotions shine through clearly. Welcome and thanks for posting

Great write....thanks for joining us...welcome.

Very nice and welcome.