Don't forget
That
I love you

Don't forget
That
im the one
Who's been there for you

Don't forget
That
I'm the one
Who let you take my virginity

Don't forget
That
I want to spend
The rest of my life
With you

If you
Forgot
These things
It would be
necessary
To say that
I would explode
Into a million pieces
And those pieces
Would turn to
Ash

Why so sad my morning angel
did the darkness clip your wings
pull your heart down here from heaven
to settle where the reaper sings.

Why so sad my pretty blossom,
see your weakened petals fall
once you ruled the wildflower hillside
with hope and wonder for us all.

Please lift your heart and sing a lovesong
sing of aching burning need,
sing of limbs entwined and stirring
hidden places, planted seed.

Won't you lift your song to heaven
spread your wings and count to ten
'cause lingering deep within your passion
is where I found my soul again.

I like to think that each star collects a moment
A moment that we have
So then they can tell stories
Wouldn't it be nice to have a statue of us?
So then we could place it in the stars
It would be amazing
At night everyone would look at the stars
And you know what they'd see?
They'd see **the story of us

An old soul,
Curled up on the street.
Marks of burn,
Peeling skin,
Silent cry from the parched throat,
Agony on every turn,
Howl for food,
A sob in between,
Or was it the muscles' twist and turn?
Why did the burn,
Take just the skin,
Why didn't the heat,
Make some food,
Or give some heat,
On this cold street?!
And just then,
A passing gentleman,
In a black suit,
But without a boot,
Dropped me a drop of food,
And said, 'Look at that tree,
Burned in fire, jealousy and heat,
Soaked in rain, vain and pain,
Gnarled beyond the shadow's recognition,
Death has found him no definition,
So, you just rest in peace,
I will drop you daily,
Life in bits and pieces.'

Do you remember
Those warm sunny days
When the sky was never grey
And our hearts were only love

Do you remember
Those chilly dark days
When the sky was painted black
And our moments shattered it with stars

Thinking back
On those days
I finally remember a day
I was actually
**happy

People wounded why beautiful women date worthless men

*Its simply because we except the love we think we deserve

Alcohol will always
Love me

Alcohol will always
Feed me
My desires

It is necessary
To say
That alcohol
Will always
Satisfy me
With it's
Undying
Death-defying
Numbness
That it
Shoots through my
Body
Oh so wonderfully