Poems from drowninginmiideep
Richunda "Qveen Poetikk" Davis
-Poetry's a way of life. It flows through my veins.
It's a part of me, like I've been ordained
it's my ministry.
The curse of Oak Island,A tale without a tale that hasn"t been tailed.It's a curse, but a curse without a cure waiting to be cursed....
my mind my heart my soul is spinningin circles round an round they go how I'llrespond nobody knows...sometimes I laugh an cry at the same...
I'm locked in this godforsaken place There's no way outNo key-No hole-No door -An endless hall I can't go back That's in the past-I can't...
When I look into the mirrorI see a girl-A girl who hides behind her skinI see a girl-A girl with a look in her eyes A look of regretA look...
Longing to touch you kiss you tell you I careCalling an hanging up calling an hanging up just to only stareAt your picture that I hid in my...