Over a year ago and I still miss you
I can't get you out of my head,
every beauty of nature
Of your beautiful smile
Every time I dance
The memory of dancing with you creeps back in
And I miss your lips when
I taste something sweet
Most of all I miss your voice
That sweet melody better then
Any orchestra, and musician.
Just you alone could get me through
Any day or night or hell.
Your loss hurts the most.
And it's cut deeper then any knife

i can't be your everything,
but i can be your something
and i no longer care
what we are anymore
as long as we aren't nothing
you can't be my everything,
but you can be my something
you can't be my everything
but you can be my "one thing".

I could say you were the calm before the storm,
But you weren't you were the eye
The center of the storm in my mind,
Peace and a rest until you said goodbye

Polluted
While our perceptions are diluted
One cigarette to forget one to remember
And and the rest of the pack to get through
The stress of missing you

"Don't touch me...*"

But that's all I want
Touch me
Please just touch me
Even though I'm fractured and broken it's all I want
You frame my face in your hands and call me beautiful
But you've never asked why I wear warm clothes year round
I want you to touch me
Down my side beneath my sweater
Over my thighs seemingly permanently masked by dark jeans
Across my stomach and around my back
Touch me
Trace all these fractured cracks that were abandoned
Abandoned and called imperfect when my title was taken from me
You call me beautiful to my face
But can you say it to all of me
Touch me
And show me what I mean to you