Winner!
Winner!
Chicken dinner

Glutton will make you a sinner.

Winner!
Winner!
Chicken dinner

The toilet says, "I'll make you thinner"

Set the force of beauty free
Let it loose and leave it be
In cities it must learn to hide
In pastures it is free to ride
Set it free
This beauty
It cannot exist in our city

Slash away my pain today
I’m sick of this
This empty abyss
Save me! Save me!
Yelling expectantly
*Can’t you set me free?

Poor Mr.WitherStone
All old
         Hobbling every step
Gray, matted down hair
                      Liver spotted skin
        But he must have had
A happy life
         Because
WitherStone has wrinkled skin
          Round lines that mark his smile
    And large crows feet at
                              at the corner of his eyes
The skin on his hands seems
                   To fold and slide
       it is stretched out
                    Because
He could always someone elses
                                   Hand
     And his legs seem to be over lapping
Skin that just hangs
                            But because
     People gave him their seats
                                   So he wouldn't have to stand
                   But his neck and chin
       Seem to have a hanging flap
And it was because
         Poor Mr.WitherStone
                                Always looked
               High
    On every Bright
                            Sunny Day

Poor Mr.WitherStone
All old
         Hobbling every step
Gray, matted down hair
                      Liver spotted skin
        But he must have had
A happy life
         Because
WitherStone has wrinkled skin
          Round lines that mark his smile
    And large crows feet at
                              at the corner of his eyes
The skin on his hands seems
                   To fold and slide
       it is stretched out
                    Because
He could always someone elses
                                   Hand
     And his legs seem to be over lapping
Skin that just hangs
                            But because
     People gave him their seats
                                   So he wouldn't have to stand
                   But his neck and chin
       Seem to have a hanging flap
And it was because
         Poor Mr.WitherStone
                                Always looked
               High
    On every Bright
                            Sunny Day

I wanted to see your body’s
Curling limbs,
And a tangled body.

I wanted to feel your soft skin,
The warmth.
How you tingled when we made contact.

I wanted to feel your heart beating
Under my hand,
I know your life was stronger.

I wanted to twirl your hair,
Which frizzed in the morning,
The hair that was covering my face that night.

I used to want you,
Yearning so badly,
Feeling it pulsing threw me and making my mind throb.

And you moved first.

I saw you watching me,
I felt you rubbing up my arm.
I watched as you moved up to my chest,
I sensed you kissing my ear.

I've giving in
On what you wanted,
Before I could give in for myself.