Breaking hearts has become
Its own art form
Because love is a game
That belongs to those willing to conform
And for me, It's always been a losing battle
As I'm inclined to be left behind
The rules of love known by everyone but me
Written in an alien language I can't transcribe
Looking at others it appears
A mistake to become too attached
Because each love's a brief fire
A fleeting spark that burns too fast
And our emotions have become playthings
Start bragging about your track record
Because you're keeping score
And believe you deserve some kind of reward
And I see this all happening
I'll build my wall up to keep out everyone
And love's a game with foreign rules
Yet I've managed to break every single one

She looked into her handheld mirror
Every day just staring at the mirror
Clutched in her beautiful grey paw
Sometimes trying on satin pink ribbons
Tying them around her satin ears
But most of her time was spent
Sitting on her golden throne
Giving commands and orders
To her young mistress
And there she'd sit stately on her throne
With her pink quartz tiara
Placed upon her furry head
Garnet wand clutched in her paw

*~Marian~

I hurt because
I **love.

I threw myself up against the wall
Because I needed to feel something.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight              
                    Because
                      I needed your fingers in my hair,
          The weight of your thighs
                       On mine,
The tip of my minty tongue on your lip.      
The quivering of your core and your breath
                        Tangled with my own
When I speak to you without words
and without sounds.
Because I needed            
*To just feel.