All the purple flowers I've
seen, sort of relate to purple eyes
Cos my vision was obscene,
obscure, insecure, and vaguely pure

Still I had seen a pretty flower,
a flower that pretty much stole my
words. She had a bite to her:

  So till death do me part, to have and to hold
this pretty flower, pretty much came with thorns

What not to say, my tongue is twisted
with the knots under my breath
I unbutton your lace, to undress
my eyes; worn out and ******* by the day

There's multiplication in such an act,
and I'm so divided on where to start
Divisive thoughts, disagreeing with myself,
whether I act as a dog with only a bark
Or choose to be animal who tends to bite,
chasing tail, and pinning it on a donkey
-it's a game to someone wanting ***

But as I shouldn't say,
I want you call on me, and worship a name,
in the moans of the night
And your thankful glow, becomes the
morning' prayer
Would you still believe in me,
confine in me, in the confines of my arms
And tickle out all of the bullets out of my gun

Behind the shades,
I see the show upon the stage you've set
But once the show ends, behind that curtain,
is where the true showcase will begin

Her skin was dark as what you
see when you close your eyes
And in the night, all you could see was
the painted white of her eyes
The tint of an artificial smile,
while she was a fly by night kind of gal
A shadow behind it's shadow, knowing
she'd always have a dark past

Her hair; black as the blanket of night
covering the sun. An heir to her throne,
who was her light-skinned son,- ironically
But it must be so commonly,
that the dark gives a reason for light
And from a dark place;
a womb was that, that birthed a new life

She braided her heir, to prepare
him for this twisted kind of life
Crowned him with thorns, so to
know, it hurts to think so sharp
As she hung a neckpiece around his neck,
to compliment his youthful charm
Bathed in him in the sweetest of flowers,
to nectar him in love
And tattooed stars on his back,
so that a thousand angles would always have his back

Tell me if this wasn't love,
or  just another dark ritual, of a dark queen mother.

Let's get high, and drink until the sun gets low
Cos I'm so fond of you, but not so fond of other girls
So no wonder I haven't found any another girl
And let me be cut in my eyes, every time I see you,
Then pretend the tears aren't a mix of blood from what I saw

Thinking about our regrets after we make love; an afterthought
Afterwards, we'll talk about ourselves as we were before
I'm always a little mellow, making a melody out of a poem
But never tempered by your tempo, once I've struck a chord

But lowkey, I'm trying to fit into your memories like a key
I've been a little twisted by other girls, who don't know me
You know, buying love out of a loan,- I'm really just lonely

every shadow behind a star
-i started this poem with an empty space
a cloudy mind that tipped the skies
with a tip of a pen
i poke a hole in the sky, till tears bled
out of heaven's gate
and for heaven's sake, i must have gotten
mixed up between the skies, and earth being
such a hellish place

i had a touch of love by a kitten's mitten
a soft smitten experience, i had walked
into a bit quieter
as i could never say the words out loud,
to express my love to impress a crowd
but we all want to hear those words,
at least once, once in a while by the one
two is a bit mutual, and three's a crowd
but you have a lot of things you're still waiting for,
like having someone being so worked up
over you; so i'd best kiss you after five

cos every star has a shadow,
and every bright thing has a dark side
-i hope my bright smile won't shine
a light on what i'm hiding inside

Scribble kisses,
the first few are always so messy
So please cross it out of your memory,
as I become a professional; writing out
my love with the tip of my tongue
To taste how you feel,- I've had my full fill,
as every smoker needs a break
I've smoked a few of your words,
that all of your secrets beat inside of my chest
Invading my lungs; so hard to breathe
while constantly checking up on the energy you
have left, something like my vape
-I'll put you in charge

Darling, lead the way
pause for a bit, and let me press all of
your right buttons, just before I press play
Cos you're a perfect picture, and I have a photographic mind,
capturing every one of our moments
As I'll take care of you, with my every focus

While you love to blur my glasses lens,
and I'm hoping my intentions aren't less distinct
I'm just trying to have a peek of your piece,
and maybe disturb your peace

I know a self aware *******,
not always aware of what
he left behind,- I do it on purpose,
as my past feels a bit like ****