A stitch in time
  Can save you
       Nine
But it seems
  These seams
Have cost me
     Mine

Pathetic lows
   & synthetic highs
These are my sick little lullibies

   Blatant lies
& violent goodbyes
Relentlessly endlessly lonely nights

  Counting minutes
like sheep
      & losing sleep
    Breaking
Like the promises
We swore
  We would keep

Pathetic lows
  & synthetic highs
These
  Are my sick little lullabies

I don't need much...
   Just a touch
     Is enough

Show me
    How you want me
       Baby
Make me feel
    Your lust
  
Pin me down
  And take me
Dominate
  And saturate me

     Penetrate me
          Baby
  Make me feel
Your ******

To taste
Your fingertips
  With your lips
Upon my hips

  Show me
How you want me
        Baby
  Make me feel
     Your kiss

With ease
If you should please
You could bring me
To my knees

   Make me
Show you
       Baby
Like the breeze
  That blows
These trees

Amused
  By my muse
The Knights tale
In pale beams
As mourning
  Brings bright light
Leaving nothing
As it seems

    A wake
In my dreams
For the sake of
Lack of means

Touch me
         Wont you
    With your
Second hand
Take me
Over
Where I
  Under
      Stand

  Be gentile
When you
     Hold me
             Down
    Rough me
           Up
          A weightless
      Pound

I'll put
The Knot
    In Tease
If you'll
    Put the
         Plea
      In Ease

Iwood
    KnoT-ease
  With words
Like these

A line
A stitch
   In time
Seams
  To tend
To mend
    This mind
Of mine

Scars
Each line
  Rewind
To remind
  You'll know
When I sent it
That I meant it
  If it rhymed

A line
A stitch
In time
  Seams
To tend
To mend
  This pathetically
    poetic
mind
      Of mine

Our
   Emotion
Is an ocean
   We flow in
               A tide
      That we ride
   High and low in
                     A wave
                   Can behave
        To infact be the save
           You must know when
            To put your own toe in