I am a good girl
This I swear
I won't change ever
I would not dare
I am the good girl
Yes I am
When bad things happen
Just say, "Don't think I can."
I am the nice girl
Yes, indeed
I don't act out
I'm not guilty of greed
I am a nice girl
Through and through
That is, I was
Until I met you
and
then
i
was
bad                                                   bad                                                      bad
                   not                                                  sad
not                               evil
but i did things
that
maybe
i                                                        shouldn't                                   have
at least,
i did things
that    
good                                  girls                                      don't                                                                   do.
nothing made
sense
nothing was prim
nothing was proper
i was free
living like a                              rebel
and when i am with you
everyone says
"Look! There goes a bad girl
There's an example of what
you
shouldn't
do."
Well,
take it from
me
because I
was once a good girl too
do it
whatever you want to do
do it for the rush
do it for the screams
do it before it's just another dream
do it for love
for the strange sensation of                         guilt and pleasure
rolled into one
because, darling
when you're through
you won't be a good girl
or a bad girl
you'll just be you

The stars rain down and fall into the waves of our hair,
Clouds drift around our heads and make us laugh.
Droplets of rain mix with the sweat running down our faces.
The warmth of happiness dances through our bodies,
Smiles engrave newfound dimples into our cheeks.
Drops of moonlight reflect from our eyes,
Making them shimmer when we exchange enticing looks.
Our walking of colorful streets provokes stares.
We are
Invincible. Role models. Gorgeous. Envied.
We are finally the things we wished to be.
But the best part is, is that we are it together.
And I couldn't be happier.
So I thank you,
And I love you, my sisters of the night.
You are the blood in my veins,
The white of my teeth,
Each of my laughs.
Thank you.

They call me evil, but I am in you,
cocooned till I am released, the
trigger is in you. It just needs that
incident that something, to give
birth to me within you.

I am like a butterfly of darkness,
my wings are spreading releasing
the evil within. I couldn't do these
things with out you, but you are not
alone, everyday I am released to do
the unspeakable.

Some have regret with what was
done, while others soak it up and
use it as a strength within.

Those others do not understand
that I am evil within, for I may
sleep to the grave. But in most I
am in some ways released, and
the black butterfly will once again
spread its wings within.

She has sewn with love
patches on my heart,
covered those holes made
by others in my past.

She was gentle, dabbing
it with kindness, removing
the shrapnel of betrayal
that had put so many
holes with in my heart.

She sewed it with a needle
of love, she put feelings
in the patches that soothed
the rough parts so the
patches laid soft.  

She had been gentle from
the start, to patch up the
holes from my past. She
had left a patch work patten
on my heart, for now love
could enter ,this was no
longer a heart with holes
but a patch work design
that was sewn with love.

I search and search for something to define this emotion i'm living with.
Type and write to sort out my racing mind,
never to find the answers.
It's frustrating of course,
but also beautiful.
To feel something so unreal it makes you transparent,
vulnerable to the person making you feel this way.
It's love you may say,
but much more than that.
~
The lips that dance with mine,
breathe air into my lungs,
giving me life.
The words that are whispered into my ears,
are fuel to my heart,
making it speed.
The arms wrapped around me,
send me to palces unimaginable.
Lands of being safe and total trust.
Worlds of comfort and warmth.
I finally know why things never worked out with anyone else, because this is the person that takes me to new heights and gets everthing just right.
I guess you can call this love,
love from a poets soul is different
than everyday people.
artistic and twisted, overthought and true.