Run run runaway forever and ever, never want to be found, never want to be seen together.

Let me heal those eyes with my kisses and catch those tears with my lips.

Never will we be together......it's to much to lose.
Although I will always love you to the moon and back,
My fractured heart can't take anymore of the abuse.

We haven't spoken for seven whole days and I'm struggling to remember your voice.
You did send the last message between us but I need you to hate me, I got no choice.

I'm selfish and cruel to fill you with false hopes that would never be in our sights.
You will forever be carved into my chest pretty little lady but I'm to weak to fight.

I really do hope you meet someone that can spoil you more than I ever could with flowers, foot rubs and the odd meal or two.
I am crushed, confused and ashamed of what I have become but the reality of it is I am just no good for you.

Set a sail on my tears.
Be lost at sea for years.

When my soul plays music, will your heart dance for me.

Green glass bottle eyed beauty from the Emerald Isles.
so delicately poised that I worry they will shatter with a blink.

Never leave me again without my teeth in your collar bone.

Why come running to me when they come running for you.

Your naked silhouette in the moons full light.
I am eclipsed by you.

The deer stuck in those headlights got nothing on me. Let them hit so the frustration will cease.
Like the flicker of the fluorescence above me, I'm trying to restart and repair to no avail.
Don't want to wash the bedsheets as I'm to scared to loose your smell, yet I want the bed to burn to ambers.
Routinely the cup of tea on the kitchen side goes stale, reminding me of our existence.
Shattered china on the floor and tea stains on the walls is more appropriate.

Skin like fresh landing snow,
So naturally pure and never disturbed.
Faint ruby red lips neatly creased in all the right places,
They glisten in the dark,
Like Vegas from a plane window.
Finger tips gently caress the back of my neck with a touch as cold as London.
The freckles on your face tell a story of beauty,
Like a treasure map that I want to explore.
Flowing hair to the top of your buttocks, so much to get lost in with every strand perfectly in place,
Hiding this delicate and sensitive neck I want to taste.
Am I in a dream or a trance.
I'm fixated yet fascinated looking into those big swimming pools of chocolate, so deep and captivating, I am scared and also teased by what lies behind those brown eyes.

If only you could see the world through my eyes.
To see if you would crack and crumble just like me.
The heartbreak witnessed a few feet away.
So close you could reach out and stop it from happening.
Instead you turn your back and walk away.
I wonder if your eyes would cry as many tears that night like mine.
Soaked pillow through to the bed, stained with regret and the unthinkable.
Your process of life now scarred and no longer sacred.
Clearly we did not look at this world through the same vision.