spliff blazing, room hazing
eyes fading, legs failing
arms flailing, mind derailing

but darkling
you, darling

are a clarity,
a singularity
in this 4am city

Weeds grew between the cracks in my heart and the breaks in my bones but for some **** reason i decided the single dandelion that grew was the good in me and I call it Poetry...but sometimes, most times... all I call it is a lost cause and the grim reminder of the person I never became... I'm a writer...a performer, and I thrive for hearts and souls & Ink and Pens.

My confusion sinks deep,
every second i find myself roaming in thought,
what best can i describe it,
i do not know, but i know,
my mind says another story,
while the people say another,
and there you are having yours way so different.

Whisper into my ear,
something so straight and meaningful,
something i will love and cherish,
whisper into my ear,
a song that will keep me dancing forever.

I am confused,
i dont know what to think,
they have posioned my mind,
i might be getting the whole story wrong,
please tell me that i am right and they are wrong.

You would rather not say,
for my thoughts are caught in between,
should i love?
must i love you?
do i love you?
will i love you?
Am i in love with you,
please ohh! gracious sir
let me know if you love me.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I've seen people looking like they were born in perfection, with no regrets about their reflections. And looks were never a lesson they had to learn.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I've seen them smile with a perfect smile, with faces clear from lines. No scars, cause they look like stars.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I mean, looking so pretty and you do it so effortlessly and every second person throws a flirt, just to see if they could be with thee.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
When you put on pajamas and still look like a runway model, while other run away from run ways cause they aren't model enough for runways.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I guess it feels like perfection cause you're in love with your reflection and you get compliments every second.

I've always wanted to know what it feels like to be a flame, or a dime.
I guess I'll never know.
Cause that's just how things go.
Looks aren't for us all.
Just for you, and your all.
You look beautiful.
I noticed that perfection fell for your reflection. I hope that was the right decision.
I hope your voice, personality  and heart are just as beautiful.

Summer tries to kiss me goodbye--
Handing me "bring a sweater; just in case" cold weather
Summer tries to leave me without actually saying farewell
The trees have yet to strip of their green, fluttering foliage
Summer doesn't promise to come back anytime soon
Stagnant, hazy heat becomes a long lost memory
Summer has disappeared for a day, leaving no trace
Autumn has lost its appeal without you here

She's a woman I adore.
She's lovely as a beautiful orchid flower.
She's a lady I wanted to dance forever.
She's the one I love, it's now or never.

She's...
She's...
She's..
My one and only Single...