Walking on eggshells
Heel to toe
One broken hearted
But you wouldn't know...
Two crying eyes
Creating great seas
Three different people
one of them me
Four lies have been spoken
Five hours ago
There were Six Windows
Seven were closed
Eight were the women
You told me were friends
Nine are the moments
I'd trust you again
Ten are the ways, decent to tell
I love you so dearly...now please go to hell

He lives in a world of beauty
Self-propelled by his own grace.
He generates his own butterflies,
And the stars in his eyes
Match the moons they are.
His skin is tan and soft,
A comfort to have next to me
Like a subtle sun kiss,
Or a warm summer breeze.
He is perfect, because he claims it.
His beauty is from the inside,
But generates outward as to embrace you
As I want him to embrace me,
So that I can be a part of something beautiful.