When I see her dancing
I feel nothing
Old ladies and sticks
Beat my brow.
How many times
Will I have to see a shiver
To know it's not enough?
How many times
Will I have to see them shy
To realise I want to shrivel
While this thing
Is in me?

Don't dance, but feel something
Because I am poisoned
And feel nothing
Anymore.
Can't you sing?
Can't...
Can't...
Can't you dance?
Then why,
Why should I care,
For the nothing
In you and me
That I love
More than
That tight dress you're wearing?

Why is spread thinly
On my ****-yourself brow.
Just take me,

I never knew anything else.

Rachel was my best friend
and her favorite memory of us
was when I told her she was

I don't see Rachel anymore
We barely text because we lead very busy lives

She travels now
Around the world
Down to her 10$ somewhere she loves being

And I live in the place I love too

Rachel and I were best friends

I miss Rachel, and I know she misses me too

Drifting apart is a part of life
but its a very sad part
the memories shared will be forgotten
or changed

It's a very sad story
but it still didn't end

I hope I see Rachel again
and I hope that we become best friends again

I think of all the times you said you push away
But I don't mind
I'm staying here no matter what you say

I could bring you places you've never been before
You'll be flying high
I'll give you everything you've always waited for

I know I'm alive
Perhaps in another life
I might get it right

You like to say that time is on our side
But you must realize
I'm too impatient to watch it all go by

You say the house can burn if we light a match
Though that may be true
You can't sit there freezing just because you're afraid to get attached

Here I am, in Harlem
Where I will learn my trade,
To make the world that better
For better it must be made.

And though I am torn most roughly,
From pillows and from sheets
I'd trade it all for effort
Gave to tread these streets.

My court is now in session
The spinning starts again
I'll paint a pretty scripture
Let's hope it's kinder then.

I want a glass of
Wine
That
Is
Not
Bitter but tastes like sweet grapes.

I want a glass of
Time
Where I can spill
Out
My lyrics like wine
And have peace
In a poetic
Place.