Makayla Calvert : Writing

What did I do mom?

What did I do mom?

A Poem by Makayla Calvert


The motherly connection is never there.I sit there and stare.Into an empty void.As you spill more noise at me.I want to scream.But I sit there as my e..
My love is...

My love is...

A Poem by Makayla Calvert


My love is strong.Kind in his presence.My love is bold.Sweet in his mind.My love is smooth.Honey on his lips.My love is deep.Passionate in his bed.My ..
I Crave... You Crave...

I Crave... You Crave...

A Poem by Makayla Calvert


You. Your touch. Your skin. Your lips. Your love. Your lust. I Crave.Me. My touch. My skin. My lips. My love. My lust. You Crave.Crave.Touch, skin, li..
My Best Kept Secret

My Best Kept Secret

A Poem by Makayla Calvert


When I was little I believed in the word soulmate. I thought that there was one person that I would automatically know would be mine for all eternity...