I kiss your lips pushing all emotions off of mine and on to yours
Eyes closed I pull back for a cold breath
Breathing is ******* this night in winter but not from the snowflakes
And instead of snow it might rain
In a moment
Was it because we dared to dream
We both are going away
How long will talking last
A day is an eternity
So I'm chained to this poll we are leaning on one last time
Till i need to be gone
Maybe I'll brake the rules
Stay by this poll till midnight
Perhaps morning
Or just until it starts pouring
If we stayed outside all night
Maybe the clouds would be kind

The seeing eyes would never lie if they had a mouth to tell
Painful memories should burn in hell
Yeah daddy stitched it up real well
To hide His secret activities
The things he did to me...
We do not speak of the infidelity

Bite off the tip of your tongue
Let blood bleed out from your mouth
Red words come out
Self destruction
Just for one good poem
Writing is therapeutic
But I do it so much I need thereapy
People look at me
Everything I say is a song
But not a good one
I've got bags under my seeing tunnels
If I continue I'll be in trouble
Words arranged
Then rearranged
The perfect part will capture your heart
Then tear it apart

When you wake up on the wrong side of the bed
Nothing much is going through your head
Except maybe the end of August
Cause that month was the worst you've ever gotten the shakes
Shackles on fire clung to your wrists
Watch as they burn your skin
The shackles were made of feathers from the pillow you tore up in your sleep
You were having a bad dream
An idea really
Your bones have gotten thinner
Your face feels so far away
But the people disagree
And they say what you're feeling is cold on a warm day
Soon it will go away
But I've had the shakes for too long
Like months with a never ending song
It's too late now I'm gonna go to sleep
Tonight my bed looks so much more comfy
Like a booth in a corner at the comedy club
When I wake up...
If I wake up
It'll be early
Always too early
And on the wrong side of the bed
Because when I sleep I bend over and backwards
Trying to get to the other side
Which ever one is right

I like dead things like flowers
For some reason they make me feel like I belong
Like good lyrics in a song
And every single
Flower that has died to me is still alive
The way they droop
Like my shoulders
Get lower
Closer to the ground
So they can see life upside down
We're always looking up or forward
Everyone is running
While I walk slowly back
There's nothing really wrong with the past
And the ground has inspiring things
Like shoes
And holes
Curbs too
Signs painted to help you make turns
I like to stay awake at night and stare at the ground
I might have insomnia
But that's alright
I like feeling the world when everyone is locked in their beds
The dark is not taking me as prisoner tonight
When I go to bed
I let the sun take me instead

I tried to clean up the mess I call my head so I could understand what we were doing
I couldn't move my arms or tongue
I kicked a little but my legs were weak
What did you put into my drink
You said you loved me but after you were done you let your friends take turns
And this night turned into my reason for therapy
My vision was blurry and it hurt so ******* much
I just wanted you to make them stop
But you held up your phone and watched
Now that bus is wrapped in my flames and your body torn apart
Don't mess with a witch
If you don't have a death wish

My eyes are dryin up again. You play with my hair and I'm in heaven. Little girls shouldn't be drinking but I want to feel alive. Anyway It's just for tonight.

The happiness runs in your bloodstream. Your hair in my hands, gives off a gleam. I wanted to help you feel alive your whole life, but it seems I've only been given a single night.

I'm hyped up to a song I don't know. My body's blue cause I'm getting cold. Getting high off your vibes. Maybe I'll give you two nights...

The ambience dissapears, I felt different. My mind and body became belligerent. I was lost in ecstasy from your touch. I was lost on what caused this rush.

Vision blurry and my words are slurry. I don't know if I should drive home. But my parents are waiting for their good girl. I think i need another happy pill. Or maybe just the touch of you. Hands on my thighs send shivers down my spine.

The good girl in your vanished that night. I'd dream of waking up to your smile at first light. My wandering hands could place on a million thighs. But it is yours that it lingers afraid to caress.

Muscles aching for your finger tips. Eyes closed I search for your lips. Legs and arms wrapped up in ecstasy. You and me are at the world's best feeding frenzy.
You're right. The good girl is gone.