You’re aged thirty-two with your own bottomless bank account.
A pocket full of cash that’s digging a deep immeasurable pit into your pocket.
Spending ridiculous amounts on ridiculous things, no matter if it costs over a million.

You’re aged thirty-two with your own supercharged automobile.
Fresh new stainless steel alloys and rubber tires to burn at the turn of the diamond studded steering wheel.
Chasing the marks on the road as you drive off into your own endless oblivion.

You’re aged thirty-two with your own house in New York.
The doors of which let hundreds of guests pass through night after night into the never-ending carnivals rides of Coney Island.

But when they leave you standing alone on your peer, pensively pondering your past,
Reaching out for her green light across the misty filled lake.
Trying to work out how to bring her back, but only this time making it last.

She’s just across on the other side of the bay,
With no idea that the hole in her back is being burned by the fires of your eyes.
As you stand disguised staring into her yellow solar flare hair in the morning sunrise.

You’re aged thirty-two with an unfilled heart.
Longing for the girl that you should have never left in the start.
But she’s with someone new and she’s probably forgotten all about that year she spent with you.

You're just the distant memory reaching across the bay,
The one that the whisperers say was a lonely millionaire aged only thirty-two.

Prattled pomp and circumstance
Are smeared along the way
We fear cover and the dance
Yet breathe on still anyway.
And why be humble, be boring still
There's a diamond in the hoe
Drag our hearts to empty thrills
Till the depths freeze under snow
Break my stride, bust my hide
Whip my lowly brow in red
My soles and heels are bona fide
Crusted with curried tread
This soil is dusk and air the light
We roam in burning eventide
Measured versus what is right
Against universal suicide.

though i've tried, but in vain;
for it's me, you still blame.

our relationship, a razor blade;
a beautiful diamond, ruby red.

smoothing out edges, no one dared;
all i'm left, is shattered and shred.

we won't go back now,
keeping to our vows.

drenched in a world of silence,
hoping to deface violence.

As a small girl your words used to lighten up my day.
As a small girl and boy we followed our parents and did as they say

As a small girl we jokes and played around.
As a small girl and boy we were innocent to the harshness of the sounds.

As an elementary girl I opened my eyes.
As an elementary boy you grew tall and spoke lies.

As an elementary girl I dealt with the words.
As an elementary boy, you were busy shooting rocks at birds.

As a middle school girl I was shy and closed.
As a middle school boy you followed the boy code.

As a middle school girl I was beaten and belittled.
As a middle school boy, you were oblivious I even crippled.

As a freshman girl I bleed and cried
As a freshman boy you were busy and never even sighed.

As a freshman girl I hid my scars at gym
As a freshman girl all the girls never even thought to help. or had even a whim

As a Junior boy you were popular and handsome.
As a Junior girl, girls knew we were old friends and for you, threw tantrums.

As a Junior girl I was taunted, and forced to tell you what they wanted.
As a junior boy Talking to me as to be beaten and to have friend that only taunted..

As a Senior girl I had long since stopped talking
As a senior girl I had long since dealt with the mocking.

As a senior girl I gave up and left tattoos on my skin for you to see.
As a senior girl It was all too much and I could no longer plea

As a Lonely broken girl I slit my wrists and soon died.
As a Oblivious boy you without a thought cried

As a girl strangely obsessed with macabre tales.
As a Saddened boy you were given my journal hued in grey.

As a  Heart-Hardened Girl it became a weakness. The tears stains on those dog-eared pages.
As a Shocked boy once in love with me in middle school. You never though in all the ages.

That the Gorgeous, womanly, Middle school girl was beaten.
That the Picture perfect, Middle school girl All her anger had deepened.

That you the once self-conscience middle school boy had not seen her cry.
That If only---
The Elementary boy
The Middle school boy
The Freshman Boy
The Junior Boy
The Senior Boy

The Oblivious boy Had seen any of her scaring.
Then the Oblivious, boy senior year would have had a diamond ring

But he never saw her cry .
And now her will never see her happily in his arms with solely a sigh.

This is what I gotta say
Song about this rose
Thought it was dream
Dope in brain
Medicate the soul
I'm not wiz Khalifa
I have to say
i like like to get medicated
Somewhere in my soul
Let  me paint a picture
She was that girl
You seen from far away
Gone at the frat castle
A diamond you could say
All blue drapped all over her
All over her
All over her
Picture perfect body
Reminds me,the work of
Michelangelo
I'm finna take a look
Take a look real quick
Sky blue eyes
Takes me to the sea
Don't hide a disguise
everything you want to be
Just Everything you see
Blue over the shoulder
Down to her waist
Wrap it up a lil bit
It's in the eye of the beholder

She was that girl
You seen from far away
Gone at imaginary palace
A diamond you could say
All blue drapped all over her
All over her
All over her
Picture perfect body
Reminds me,the work of
Lets go with monet
She know I ain't got no money
Treats me like gold
Met her with my buddy
Sailing uncontrolled
Lost in my way
You could say I was hungry

Unchain me,
Let me out of this cage,
Show me,
That I can love,
That this is not just some stage,
It seems I know very little of you,
These eyes don’t cry any more, for you
They’ve dried, for you
You see my trust has died, for you
It’s hard to say when it happened,
You see my vision’s not 20/20 in hindsight,
I need someone to turn on the light,
Because it’s dark out there,
I stare out into the masses and wonder how they function,
We are all on this dysfunction- junction,
We all need the babe with the open heart,
The one that needs you to be there for her when she’s falling apart,
The one that will do anything for you,
But still tells you when it’s not something she’s into,
You see we all need someone not like you!
So, unchain me,
Open my heart to the next girl,
I can be her diamond in the rough and she can be my pearl,
Let her take away all my pain,
My love, for her, I will proclaim,
If only I could be, unchained!

By Kevin Michael @ March 2012 Refined February 2013

disdainfully inept at your job
your dog is dead

lay your head right next
to mine
too mine
this is too mine
i will not own you (or it: or anything else)

it flows very low next to the stained in grained
carpet
parapet where you did lie
against the plaster tapestry flailing madly
into my (diamond mine)
eyes

show us
the real fire inside you

Please promise that you'll only love me
That you'll hold my heart and set me free
Bring tears to my eyes when you speak the words
That no one has spoken for me to have heard

I'll only ask of you two simple things
To be my life and to buy me a ring
Not with a diamond nor made out of gold
But simply something for me to have and to hold
For precious metals I have no use

For I have found preciousness in being with you...