I receive kisses from the one I care about,
But they're stolen from his girlfriend's mouth,
I know he cares about me too,
But honestly, I don't know what to do.
It feels so wrong to let him go on,
But I don't want him to quit,
Because I sorely long for it,
That feeling I'm sure his girlfriend gets,
When he's making sure her needs are met,
And his lips make all her worries disappear,
And his hands curl around her waist,
Pulling her close so she feels safe,
I suppose that's what she feels,
I know it's how I'd feel,
If he were mine.
But he's not,
So when his lips meet mine,
As we say goodbye,
And his hands grab my hips,
Just to keep me steady,
I just get a glimpse of what I think she feels,
What I would feel,
If he were mine all the time.

Is the glass half empty or half full?
Somebody asked me this once,
I turned to them and said,
"What does it matter when the water
that takes up half of the cup,
is *****, stagnant, bitter water?"

I wished on 11:11 for you,
I prayed for you every night,
I lied awake,
Hoping (for my sake),
That you'd never want to part,
From me,
But now you have,
And I continue to wish,
On 11:11,
And pray to God,
For you.
But the prayer has changed,
It's that you'd return,
To me.
Wishing you'd come back,
Walk through my door,
Instead of not loving me anymore,
And I prayed it for months,
Till I realized,
That I don't really need you,
In my life.
So now I wish on 11:11,
And pray to God,
That you are happy,
And healthy,
And doing his will,
And instead of you,
My God shall fill,
My heart.

Twisted,
Falling,
I feel my wings crumple and fail,
I plummet slowly to the the earth.

My heart is,
Breaking,
I feel my hopes falling to pieces,
I will hit the ground too hard.

My mind is,
Fading,
I feel my safety ending,
The ground rises to meet me.

My vision's,
Failing,
I am blinded now,
For I have hit the ground.

Your bright blue eyes gaze up at me,
and I can tell I'm all you see,
I just can't help but hold you close,
it's my maternal instinct,
I suppose.

Teach me to waltz,
Dance with me,
Take me to the ends of the earth,
Teach me to love.

Teach me the ballet,
Dance with me,
Show me the world,
Teach me to care.

Teach me to salsa,
Dance with me,
Set my passion alight,
Teach me to stay.

I do something strange,
If only for the attention,
Good or bad, it doesn't matter,
I just want to be noticed.

Shave half my head,
Just to draw eyes,
Tattoo my skin,
For a story to tell,
Walk with my chin up,
To make it look as though,
Maybe, I'm fine.

But being third has its perks,
Because nobody ever expects,
The shadow to fall away,
And reveal something so strong,
As dangerous as me,
As my unbridled flame.