I talk in a way,
that, the things that I say
Start to portray
how my sanity plays,
In the hands of the devil......
A subtle treble.

I'll stop these tears
I'll drop my fears
And I'll
Roll
The ****
Out

You can tell there's something missing,
Her invisible flaw.
Her walls are up,
She built them tall.
Detached for too long,
She learned it young.
Daddy's little girl,
His absence stung.
Now she's grown,
His trick up her sleeve.
He never showed her how to love,
But he taught her how to leave.

Wake me up
Like you used to
When you'd struggle to leave
Knowing I'd be
Wrapped naked
In
Your
Sheets

Wake me up
Like you used to do
When my hair was crazy
My smile was lazy and
My eyes had
Lack
of
Sleep

Wake me up
Like you use to
When you'd pull me to your chest
How you'd kiss my head
And call me
Your
Little
Mess

Why is it that I only write
When sorrow has arrived
All alone in the night
From the recesses of my mind
Why is that I cannot write
Of the love I frantically seek
So pure and beautiful
The kind that won't let you sleep
Why is that I write these words
In hope you'll soon comprehend
I only write poems like this
When my love is coming to an end