Her smile ignited in her toes and reached all the way up to the creases by her eyes as she laughed at him. "You can paint anything in the world and you choose to paint a flower?" She chuckled.

He thought about her words and decided to spill out the truth "I chose to paint this flower because it is beautiful and the only thing more beautiful than a flower is you. I cannot capture your laugh, the way you look at me, your whispered "I love you's", the blue hue of your eyes and your cheshire smile on a piece of paper. A thousand shades of paint couldn't even begin to do you justice, my love."

Won’t you slip into
the drapes of my collarbone
and nestle kissing my throat.
I’ll breathe a quiet moan
you’ll unbutton my cotton coat.

Close me inside the walls
that are dusty from lack of use
locked from adolescent abuse,
and dimmed inside we’ll retreat
to kiss where our eyes don’t meet.

Tonight is the night.
When the girl and the sea can atlas become one.
Her flawless legs blending into the wet sand.
A thin waist, which is clouded in white, disappears into the frothy foam.
I watch her go, her blue bodice rolling away on a wave.

She doesn't look back at me standing on the shore. The sun cresting on the hills.
I will always miss her, and her mint green eyes swimming in tears of loneliness.

The lost-girl who vanished into the sea without me.

there is a screaming face in the roof of this van
and i am starting to wonder if it is mine
eyes punched in
a ***** light fixture for a nose
a gaping, gashed mouth
almost smiling
in its torment

She's suffering from depression
Leaving cuts and scars down her body
Having stories to tell
But secrets hidden
She tries to break out of it
But her inner self screams in pain
She knew that she'll never become new but just stay the same.

When I was young I wanted a man
a knight in shinning armor
you know those guys
who never cry
that save you from the dragon

Then I realized
that in the castle with a knight
that they can hurt you too
they can trap you on a bed
whatever the plea
you can end up on your knees
so sometimes the dragons best

So in the present times
all i can do is bow
and hope one day for the best
I mean I like girls
but I don't need a pearl
I want a girl who can fit with my turtleshell

Sure she could be trouble
but we'll make it double
and she'll teach me her ways
i'll teach mine
I won't judge her flaws
because of the cause
it was a part of her life

I want
no I need
a girl who is
weak and strong
who can see through my mask
while I see through hers
and hold her tight

That girl who knows my secrets
and I hers because our souls intertwined
where the darkness could consume
Yet not destroy
for we had already had our drinks of their wine

I need a girl with a past like mine
and a future we could intertwine
we don't have to get married
or have kids
who has the time?
But to look into just tomorrow
for an ebony sky

I don't know if I am the writer
or the character.

I don't know who has control.

Am I the mun?
The writer?
The one who makes decisions?

Or am I the muse?
The character?
The puppet?

If I am the muse,
what mun would **** up
a character this bad?