I'm the one you call , late nights .
Say you need some infatuation for these late nights.
You know the deal , 12 to 4 in the morning .
Girl you love them late nights , you know the deal.
Take them clothes off and dance but keep on them heals , I'm for real.
She's just trying to make love but not be in love , nothing real.
Baby you can always call me for the deal.
These late nights , we can do the impossible.
Cause I'm the one you call , late nights.
I'm down for it all.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
I wasn't looking to heal the scars
Just wanted something to dig deeper.
Feels good , it flows like a peaceful river.
I earned my tiger stripes .
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
You may be unreachable
Like an island across sea
But I’d make myself miserable
Just to make you happy
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
I used to think
The only way to not be
Scared of monsters was to become one
So I did
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
When your arms were wrapped around me, I felt more beautiful,
With every kiss upon my lips, I slowly became whole.
You completed me, and I didn't even know,
Until one day you weren't there and the flowers within my soul ceased to bloom,
And suddenly, the emptiness was all I felt when I stepped inside a room,
When fall came around, how everything began to change,
But somehow, I seemed to remain the same,
Then winter brought a chill so cold, I longed for the shelter which came from your embrace,
And your eyes that brought warmth and made my heart race,
Spring's hopeful promise to make things new, yet the newness was still tainted with memories of missing you,
Summer snuck up on me,
The sun wiped the tears from my cheeks,
Dehydrating my body, reminding me of your love for which I am so thirsty for,
The salty water greeted my toes as I stood upon the shore,
Reminding me that no tide can ever wash away the pain that rested beneath my core,
Here's to wishful thinking, but I hope that one day you'll look back and regret leaving,
And realize that I was, in fact, everything you wanted and more.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
You said I was beautiful,
But it was just to flirt.
You said you loved me,
But you said that to everyone else.
You said you cared for me,
But you weren't there when I needed you the most.
You said you'd never do it again,
But I counted twice.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
As I lay down with lingering cognition .
The world is unanswered or just not questionable ?
Gruesome perpetrators , despairing immolation , jubilant people and symbiotic others ?
The world is swelling , can't conclude whether is exceptional or not .
Gay , straight how ever the frame is put together for the picture .
Is it ethical or not ?
No matter the time or day , these so called "questions" are never untangled.
Despite the good or the bad or the opinions maybe even the acceptance .
Is it still unanswered or is it just not questionable ?
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
She moved on
She broke free from her hollow depleted obscure surroundings .
Every single thought has vanished , your depravity loathsome soul has demolished her heart.
She finally had enough of the torture you caused , it was like knifes being thrown at her back playing darts until you hit the bullseye , and that bullseye was her heart.
She's now drenched in her own sorrow .
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
I want you to touch me , passionately but yet so aggressively .
Am I wrong for thinking , I just want your body on mine .
Press your luscious flush lips on mine , rub your hands faintly but yet also so immersed .
I lose myself , you're body is so elegant , it's marvelous .
I want to make never ending libidinous love .
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
I hate you , that's very vigorous
The damage you have done , diversify , mutilated , abandoned .
My heart decayed , by every deceit from your prismatic divine lips.
I have become so numb to the brokenness , I'm lying if I said I loved you.
Silence but yet surrounded by so many , emptiness but yet so full of rage.
I close my eyes , squeeze them so hard I'm seeing spots of different colors .
The scars on my body are a canvas flow of artwork to the hatred I have for you deep in my burning soul.
What you've become is hard to see , the mirrors have shattered by the monster of reflection .
Cries that howl upon me , darkness is what I see .
Sleepless nights , insomnia that you caused , a million questions but not an answer to anyone , the unanswered I'll never know .
The bubbling blood , that rises when I see you or hear your name, every picture and smashed frame.
A thousand words and meanings they say a picture has but only one comes to my mind and that's hate
That's all I will ever have.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC