you never know what they may be
going through,
because that smile and shine in their eyes
could be
hiding in the shallow shadows of their soul
a burning pit filled with darkness and disgust
looking in the mirror.

Little do they know that
I still sit here in my room
At night and cry myself
To sleep wishing that
You were here with me.

when i tell my stories
my experiences I go through
People tend to look at me with a crooked head and mock
'what?'
they look at me as if I shouldn't know this
but I do
does that mean I came from a tragic home
does that mean I am a young *****

Never try to prove
your love
by opening
your legs.

Our hands locked together
Perfectly
Our fingers fit each others
Perfectly
Our palms suctioned one another
As if God formed them meant
To entwine
Perfectly
Your touch bound with mine
Perfectly
And your kiss on my lips
Not perfect but built just
Right for each other
Perfectly
Your hands grazed on the leather
Just above my skin
Perfectly,
All this perfect
Yet you never were.

Your smile makes me grateful
Your eyes make me jump for joy
Your anger makes me sorrowed
Your heart makes my heart elite.
Your smile makes me look down
At the ground and miss the memories
Your eyes make me want to cry
Your anger makes me angry.
See this is what makes me
Hate and love you all at the same time.