Her still state
Is gorgeously ornate
Makes me want to be her personal oblate
I hope my passion is never too soon or late
I want our wants and desires to equate
Your mental health being healthy
Your spirit being wealthy
And your body to be at a constant state of relaxation
Mine is always in a state of taxation
But you can be the difference
I can be your deference
And your protector
You make it so easy when you're an injector of emotions
What an intense devotion
I don't need those potions
Or those spells
She didn't do anything to lure me
I was already there
My heart is spare
Of emptiness
When she's present
You'd be my Christmas
Don't worry about buying me gifts
You already repair my rifts
That's enough by itself
You'll always be enough
By yourself

My face has been forgotten,
My tears have dried on my skin,
My legacy will fail to hold me,
When my life is about to end.

My poems will burn with my ashes,
Like everyone else's thoughts,
No one will remember them,
Not while night turns to dawn.

My words won't be remembered,
My thoughts never exposed,
Because I will never share them,
Never will try to impose,

That my thoughts mean something,
My opinions have value,
My poems have touched minds,
And maybe have some truth.

My memories will fade,
Along with her face,
I wanted to tell her,
But was scared and afraid.

I was in love with a man
Who didn't have no shoes
Ya that man was down and out
That man had sure turned blue.

I was in love with a man
Who was so beautiful and kind
Ya that man could have been mistaken
For a flower in the springtime.  

I was in love with a man
Who could play anything with strings
Ya that man was so talented
Did I mention he could sing?

I was in love with a man
Who had a heart of pure gold
Ya that man promised
We'd love eachother til we were weak and old.

I was in love with a man
Who had wavering tides
Ya that man was made of the ocean and the sky
I always was wonderin what he wanted to hide.  

I was in love with a man
Who loved his drugs
Ya that man could get so high
He would fly round me like a dove.

I was in love with a man
Whose eyes always looked a little lonely
Ya that man had a tragic lifestyle
He really made me worry.

I was in love with a man
Who reminded me of the sun
Ya that man was so bright
His light touched everyone.

Go big or go home
I dream of Rome
Forget Internet Explorer, more Google Chrome
I'm the whole package, yet they think I'm Foam
They swerve the road, hit the cones
I make one mistake, chip my bones
Then I drone
Over it
Moving onto the next big thing
I know when I make it
Because that's when the Choir sings
From the approval of others
I own this field, secretly undercover
Don't try to smuther
My potential
Chances are, you're scared of my credentials
I shoot the free throw
I'll ignore your denouncements, you already know
Who caught all those wins in a row?
Took all the losses while you complained about your bosses
This talk is preposterous
Coming in full force like a Rhinoceros
There's always a rise and fall to this

I hear what you're saying
But I'm too busy slaying
The seemingly trivial
For you to see me as a serial
Human being capable of consistency
The sheer insistency
Won't work on me
I follow the path I set
You seem to forget
Hence why you've had your experiences you've had
And why I've had mine.

Drunk on my tears,
Can’t help but swallow,
Dreams of my fears,
That I’ll always follow.

Every last drop,
I’ll always remember,
Caught in its song,
Lost in its ember.

Cry them all out,
Until I’ve accepted,
That I never found,
And learned all the lessons.

I’m left here to fade,
Along with my ashes,
Take out your *****,
Bury me with fashion.

Thoughts always pondered,
Words never spoken,
I won’t be honored,
For not being open.

A shadow rises in the morning,
A sudden darkness through the trees.
The sun is shining through the doorway,
The spirits whisper on the breeze.

I found myself a lonely island,
A place, I felt,  I'd find some peace,
I missed the cliff as I was driving,
Missed the warm rush of the sea.

Another night on my horizon,
I stole a candle for some light,
I'd never thought much of surviving,
But I feel sure it'll be alright.

The lizard greets me in the morning,
The scaly messengers of kings.
And life is anything but boring,
when all that's left is empty streets.

The bells are calling them to mourning,
The ones who march in silent sleep.
A field of poppies beckons for me;
A shallow grave but three feet deep.