21JAN2023; 2009, SAT
When an eye goes to the blue skies; out Love will arise. Like a phoenix from the fire; from death do I come alive.
In hopes it's your hand in mine. How could I be so blind?
It's always been you. It wasn't until I lost you, that I Loved you.
Will I ever see you again? My soul tells me you'll pray opposite of me.
You hate me; and I deserve it. But I'm crazy; and you crazy too.
So this is death-row. You ain't leaving; you belong to me.
Set you free? For what?
So you can spread your wings? So you can grow?
Nah; [expletive] that. I'm selfish.
I'll take you to the highest tower, and imprison you there; for my enjoyment. If you could, you'd run from this.
But you can't resist.
–Kittrell.
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Thanks in advance for any and all Love shown to me and my work. It won't soon be forgotten; in any way, shape, form, or fashion.
Peace and Love.
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Kittrell Davis
Hi! Name's Kittrell Davis. Surprise, LOL! But anyways, I'm a 24 y/o woman from the east coast. I stay in the south tho. Just writing spilled out emotions. If you like/Love my poems & such, please tip &/or sub. Thank you for the shares too!
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