The heart can be an eerie place;
A territory in which the mind refuses to visit alone.

Talk to me;
Tell me what you’re thinking,
Because I cannot read your mind
And your actions do not say very much.
Talk to me;
Tell me how you feel, and why.
Trust me, I would like to know -
Because despite what you may believe,
I do care.
So tell me;
Because if you hold back,
Lock your emotions away
And say nothing,
I’ll never know…
We’ll never know.

...and show me something new;
Something I’ve never seen before –
Let it fall afresh like the morning dew;
Sensational like a misty fall afternoon.

I’ve found a love -
A most wretched, horrid love -
That has carved its initials on my skin;
Made its mark
And poisoned the inner parts of my once pure heart.

If only I could bleed,
To drain this vile repository that is the core of me.

She was unique.
She never enjoyed parties, especially birthday parties.
She never liked clowns, for they were far from amusing;
Gifts made her feel terrible,
And balloons made her cry;
And cake, well, that was not her taste.
But every year, in her honor, they would throw her a party…
They would pay the best clown in town to attend.
They would arrange multiple gift tables to be the focus of the room.
Balloons of all kinds were blown up to their capacity.
And of course, they would bake a cake... A beautiful chocolate cake.
Every year, in her dismay, they reopened an unexplainable wound -
An unfortunate event that caused her to regret that
She was unique,
In a way that they failed to understand.

Do not maintain a lengthy relationship,
Unless you’re willing to commit to forever.
Because when it ends...
Moving on is a dreadful process of starting over.

I would move,
To the rhythm of your lips,
If only I knew how to dance –
With flavor and elegance, with sexiness –
I would move,
And move sweetly like the way you kiss me.
I would submit,
And submission would be the only way
To make me move
With you,
If only I knew how to.