Give me your love and I'll give you my all;
*Cheat me, and I'll be the reason for your downfall.

Hello i am poetry
I want to feel your souls
and touch your hearts with passionate words

I am your every desire
I inspire hearts
With words
I want to build up hope

I want to use the power of words
To share happiness
I am the Voyage for your minds
to take you to your promised land

A journey to the past if you want
Give you the best of the present
and also a glimpse of the future

I will make you share in the glory of legends
The power of gods
And the happiness of birds

Fly with me
If you appreciate me
I will come into your heart
And fill it with bliss

Until my last stanza  granting your wish
a kind of peace and
elegance you will crave for

When i put the last mark
On my last line
many still come in my family line
I just never die

Hello I am poetry
If you need escape
Just call my line
I have something for everyone

I paint my nails black
I dye my hair a darker shade
of brown
'*** you like your women
spanish, dark, strong, and proud
I paint the sky black
You said if you could have your way
You'd make a night time all today
So it'd suit the mood of your soul

Oh, what can I do?
Nothing, my sparrow blue.
Oh, what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue.

Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence
It don't make sense to you

Black beauty
Black beauty

I paint that house black
My wedding dress black leather too
You have no room for light
Love is lost on you

I keep my lips red
To seem like cherries in the spring
Darling, you can't let everything
Seem so dark blue

Oh, what can I do?
To turn you on
Or get through you
Oh, what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue

Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence
It don't make sense to you

Black beauty
Black beauty
Black beauty
Black beauty
Black beauty
Black beauty, baby
Black beauty, baby

Oh, what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue

Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence
It don't make sense to you.

It was an old time,
One filled with dirt and grime,
When a man was put on the gallows,
In the towns ***** shallows.

They sat in the hay,
In this city of gray,
None of them capable of knowing,
The tragic irony of this showing.

Once the man was hanged on the scene,
The scene became obscene.
All the people lost track,
As their world faded to black.

Who am I
but the broken pieces
Of who I used to be

Who am I
but a silhouette of the bright future
I had always dreamed

Who am I
but the fading cry inside my heart ;
"I'm still here. I am. I am."

Who am I
But what's left of everything
That broke me

Who am I
But another racer
Who does not know where he is going

Who am I
But a love
that is never loved back

Who am I
But a mixture of feelings
That have already been felt

Are my thoughts original?
Or are they echoes
Of every things they have witnessed

"You're the kind of girl
that artists, poets, and musicians
have been obsessing over
since the beginning of man,"
he sighed and traced
the outline of my spine.

I'll laugh and agree,
reduce myself to
your fictional ideals
of a manic pixie dream girl,
if that'd make you want me.