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Untitled 3

My love doesn’t stop

when the ink flow

leaves my vengeful pen.

Nor does it wrinkle

when you seem to never give in

to me….

My love doesn’t stop

when I’m tired of it-

tired of you.

Nor will it diminish

the thoughts I’ve had of you

for so long…

My love will grow

in our madness-

passionate seed.

It will flourish

beneath the Tuscan sea of love…

that is you.

This ridiculous ramble

is all that I’ve got inside

to show you that I –

adore you

it’s true.

My heart is bleeding

for you

though you can see

so nonchalant

you break my troubled mind

and force my emotions

then leave.

It’s funny how abruptly

love, or any relationship

for that matter can end.

Has there ever been a time

where love a was a hot glue gun

to you the unknowing child?

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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Stranger

I danced with a stranger tonight

charming southern man, tall in height

we laughed and smiled as our souls played

it was pure & innocent- we were both saved-

he tilted his hat and leaded me on

as we swiveled and stepped through two or three songs

his vessel smiled, mines was appeased,

for once in this life there was no game or tease

when the juke stopped, he turned & said

“little miss that sure was nice”

and I was sure that the heat was messing with my head

when I got home- what do y’know-

I found a small pink paper stashed in my throw

my heart fluttered like a butterfly playing in a nice steady breeze

and my- I could not believe the spell he had cast on me!

I held on tight to the scent of his cologne…

the moment I danced with that stranger

I realized I would never be alone

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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My Yearning

My Yearning

I could lie and say I never want to see you again.

I could easily say I would, if given a chance.

For all those times you’ve objectively hurt me-

I a fool to have even fought what my mind and body felt.

I wanted you, from the start, and you did too.

I remember the hotness of my face when you first admitted it.

I slaying temptation with every cell of my body…

Do you honestly think I never wanted to conquer you?

Do you truly believe I would have never made a move?

You were foreign to me in so many ways & this enticed me…

I wanted to taste your lips the moment I saw them-

I wanted to feel myself wrapped around you.

I wanted every ounce of heart-stopping intimacy with you-

I could see you- You knew the whole time…

You were so compelled that you didn’t want to take me-

This killed me inside. My body constantly fighting for what was never mind to begin with-

If you please could give me but an answer as to why…

Copyright Kyanna Kitt

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Vague Masquerade

We both walk…

We both breathe…

to you I am dead

to I there is no need…

you stand tall, brilliant and red-

but to you I don’t matter for I am dead.

you sit high strung kind on your throne,

all you loyal peasants like dog with bone.

a glare and they laugh.

oppose they sing.

at your feet they feed-above everything.

I could have a remedy, a potion a cure.

I could have a reason to better you from your lure.

I could be the person from so high you couldn’t see…

but to you I am dead,

and to I no need…

You can masquerade ’til the end.

take amusement in your plight-

and leave me like a bad omen

to feed in the night….

I’m not listed in your kingdom,

for I refuse to pay a mortal praise!

But I unlike any of them loved you

even with all your ways.

we both write…

we both sing…

we will both die empty among everything.

©copyright Kyanna Kitt

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