Listening

You never shared your deepest thought Your untold secrets You never needed to Your lips pressed into mine told them for you Whispers from your darkest corner told between your moans in my ear Bodies entangled come home tonight and release your pain through me I’m listening J. Saunders

Mind’s Made Up

I pick all the wrong men Not because I know, no better possibly, because everything that had seemed picture perfect, reminded me that nothing is perfect Too good, to be true is a foreign phrase for those who think they don’t deserve more I know, I deserve more Even after the men have picked and … Continue reading Mind’s Made Up