tell me if i wasn't drunk,
as you took off your shirt
i was seeing double
-chastise me for a bit ill thought,
as i'm easily falling in love to be love sick,
so needy as the shaking feeling
by my knees

the ecstasy; a love drug,
bitten by the tooth of desire, on my fragile
skin; by a love bug
so insert me in your happy place,
in between the gates of love and pleasure
the left and right of your hinged legs

i'm unhinged; sort of crazy in love
crazy enough to admit i'm in love
so admit me to a psychiatric ward.

Beautiful nightmares,
the dreams of logos on my shirt
-more like holes to aim at my heart
And I must of had a bold kind of thought,
when I let you cut all of my hair that night
So funny how I used to think of suicide,
but it must be a crime at your place,- I'll sue that side
And so ironically, I would love to die by your side.

I'll feed on your food for thought,
a staple meal; as I'm hooked on you
Pinned to your worth, with a tight staple,
balancing in between the time of keeping a relationship stable.

"I love you utterly more than the words to utter,"
are the words I'd enjoy to say, but do pray tell
Cos I know you can read about love, but could you spell,
the words of the charm it takes, of the magic of a love spell.

                        I know I'm not in love, but I'd like to be.

The end of something,
could very well be the beginning
of something better. And as I close over
a chapter in my life, I'm still open to what comes next.

Oh how so; a purest death wish is only in the form
                                                  of dying in your sleep.

To live your piece of life, and to leave in peace,
                 but to leave those you love, in pieces.

And as I blend the time into those final kisses,
 I've come to find the bitter taste of death,
 dark, black; -as like a piece of black liquorice.

Though I'd like to hope I had a few good licks
until the end, the end isn't a place, nor another story.

The end of it all really comes to nothing,
And so will another lifetime begin.
For from the very nothingness,
began the beginning of it all.

Constant wrinkles in their eyes,
These eyes that have seen a world's ***** laundry
All of which has been rinsed in the tears of time,
An ungodly sight; so long and behold
As you've lived your life by an act, without a role
Preying on your failures, and worshiping them as a Lord.

Life is but a place of all the prettiest butterflies,
Burning red; and dangerously bright as the desires in an eye
We all fail to see anything less important, than what makes
Us seem much more important, than all others in our lives
Death will always be that whisper, that only the dead
Will truly know what it speaks
And as the piece of yourself tears itself away from mortal flesh;
I do pray you find an immortal peace.

You'll soon be forgotten in due time,
Wiped away from existence, as we wipe away your memory
With a smile over your life, in these soon to be funeral tears.

                                                I fear I must bid you all goodbye.

As I lay my head upon your tender cheeks,
they become my comforting cushions,
cradling my mind as I drift into sleep.

The melodies of soothing lullabies
resonate deeply within my weary eyes,
carrying me into the promise of a new day.
In the intimate embrace between us,
a damp and intimate space, I find myself
irresistibly drawn to the alluring scent of your essence.

It beckons me, enticing me
to lose myself in the depths of your gaze,
to become completely consumed by the beauty
that lies within you.

As talk is always cheap,
even with the most expensive words
And I could never sum up enough of the
words, to tell you all of your worth.

                So sort of speak, let's just quietly cuddle.

As the curtains draw to a close,
it's always best to mind your manners,
Clear your throat before you start
to cough and cause a stir.
But if clearing your throat was
a punishable offense,
You might as well brighten up
the room with a warm smile.