Biography of L.J. Miller
I love to write. It is what I want to do my entire life and nothing else will come close to satisfying me.
My plan is to retire at the ripe old age of 25 and live on a boat in the Caribean with my two lovers. The boat will be so big that neither of them will know about the other.
Wow that sounds pretentious.
L.J. Miller's Works:
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L.J. Miller Poems
She is afraid of getting fat So she doesn’t eat She doesn’t know that Her heart misses a beat
My Little Girl
She spits cherry seeds at me And tells me tales She holds a Barbie With plastic pig-tails
You whisper my name It’s violent and beautiful, moving like a flame It’s like a battle call You raise your voice, ready to risk it all
The Night We Will All Remember
Our lips tasted like sweat and sin There was fire in our eyes And rebellion in our hearts As we let the night in
Of Blood And Roses
Her hair was filled with flowers Her fingers thorns She called me to her I was torn
I Was First (A Lament)
Alice followed me down the rabbit hole She tumbled after me Alice followed me down the rabbit hole And she got the story
Did You Think You Could Forget...?
Did you think that you could forget my smile? And just run away for a while Did you think you could forget my eyes? That memory never dies
The Words Seem Pointless Now
The words seem really pointless now As they come back to me And I can see how You can make me into the enemy
Once upon a damned day, you made a girl like me, Drift away, into that bitter sea. You toyed with her heart, made her bend ‘Cause when you start, you hurt ‘til the end
Where Was She
Where was she hiding, when you needed someone? When you were crying, when you thought you were done? But I was a fool, to think I could have you I was just a tool, trying to break through
What You Do To Me
Tired of drama, tired of pain, It’s not my dilemma, if you like to stand in the rain. I love you; I'll never let you down, But what you do, is treat me like the clown.
What You Do To Me
Tired of drama, tired of pain,
It’s not my dilemma, if you like to stand in the rain.
I love you; I'll never let you down,
But what you do, is treat me like the clown.
I was there, all that while
Breathing the same air, making you smile
It was never enough, to be there for you
I acted all tough, but there was nothing to do
I held your hand, wiped away the tears