i gave my heart away to a traveler in ****** shoes,
he had pretty eyes that made up for his pretty lies,
and now i don't know what to do.
i gave my soul away to a girl that said she worked for god,
she had oil in her hair but i didn't really care,
but she wasn't at all what i'd thought.
i gave my dreams to an artist i met down the street,
he knew what buttons to press to make me scream,
and now i'm not so sure that was a good thing.
i fell for a rose i thought was thriving,
but she was wilted, she was dying,
and i left quick as lightning.
i gave my limbs to a walking light beam,
he was made of this steel that tightly wrapped around me,
but these indents in my bones are a little too extreme.
i gave my poetry to the monster under my bed,
she crawled in and promised in the morning we'd be wed,
and now there's no rings but a shadow begging me to turn off the sun instead.

If it were up to me you see, I would've been holding your hands from the beginning.
If it were up to me, pens would feel comfortable between your fingers, poetry would feel natural flowing from your lips
If it were up to me it would feel less of sandpaper and concrete
Instead, more of silk and lollipops to your tongue in the middle of summer
If it were up to me you wouldn't hate summer, you would adore it
If it were up to me you'd look forward to fresh strawberries and mangoes, the wind hot on your face like my breath would be to your chest
Curled up in your arms listening to your heart beat, waiting for you to stop wishing for it to stop
If it were up to me I would lay by your side each night, holding you close, patiently waiting for you to slip into slumber before letting myself do the same
If it were up to me I'd keep you from anything harmful
If it were up to me the sun in the morning would signify survival, not failure
If it were up to me the sunset would paint the sky with reds and oranges and purples every night to give you a reason to keep going
If it were up to me you'd look in the mirror and see the stars in your eyes rather than storms
If it were up to me your cheeks would be stained with loving pink kisses from the sun rather than tears made of salt and self loathing      
If it were up to me you would've held my hands and felt content from the start, rather than grasping onto them hoping to find something
Other
Than
Summer

Oh, Young, you are the bright sun in the sky
All nature smile because of your love
You are the moonshine in the sky of the night
and the rain of the happiness in the desert!

Oh, Young, the flowers smell pretty for your touch
the beautiful lady feels you with a loving heart
Everyone is fascinated by your sweet voice
and the world is astonished at your youth
You are the happiness of your friends
and the fear to the enemies!

You are the cyclone and the waves of the ocean
You're the sunshine, there's no one to stop you
You're the lovely song of the bird in the dawn
and the punch on the chest of the evil!

Oh, Young, you're the dream of happiness to a lover
and the heart touching wind in the morning
You're the pleasure to a mom and smile to a sister
and you're so young that's why I love you!

Cats are of the night
dogs are of the day
when the docile lie asleep
the prowess comes out to play

When the shadows fall thick
and darkness presses low
there is a lingering urge
that only the devious know

It caresses softly
then awakens from within
a feeling which says,
the game will soon begin

Slowly each one emerges
in the cover of the dark
farewell to the white and clean
get ready, on your mark

In hordes they muster
with shameless glee
inside dank alleyways
and on crooked streets

With serpentine movement
across grimy floors
they tempt the innocent
always offering something more

They're bold and daring
tossing bets up high
they scoff at charity
imposing their fiercest war cry

Indulging in scandal
they live for the night
and must disband and scatter
with the first morning light

Their existence may be brief,
blurred, and unknown
their days spent in hiding
from those who cast stones

But despite the sadness
they will never stoop to cry
it is from being society's outcast
that they draw their pride

Put me in a pinewood box,
And set me near the tide,
Let my body float to sea,
On the waves I'll ride,

In my heart I'm a pirate,
I'll fly the black flag high,
I'll settle for no less than-
The earth and sea and sky,

I've had my fill of normal,
And I'll never settle for,
The things sheep are seeking,
Inland, far from the shore,

Just give me my ***,
And a ship with a crew,
We'll set sail for Horizon,
And seek out Skies of Blue,

But if here I die,
Don't bury me under-
The ground I so greatly detest,
Please know that I know best,

Just put me in a pinewood box,
And set me at low tide,
Watch as my body floats to sea,
On these waves I will ride,
A pirate whose been glorified.