His skin was clean.
There were no scars,
there were no daily reminders
of the sins he had committed.
And you tried to think
for so impossibly long and hard
when was the last time
yours had been clean too.
Because no matter how long
you had beaten back temptation
you always saw something
other than clear skin.

i've never been much for physical appearances
why smooth your hair
when it will only tangle
or do your make up
when your tears send streaks of black
down your face
or paint your nails
which will only chip
you are a different person each day of your life
so if you don't try, i suppose you won't know
but you can't break a promise you never made

Fell for you, died on impact.

I was told my worst habit is giving people my heart
before I knew anything of their character.
When trying to break this "Habit",
I found myself saying nothing.

you made me fly
like a cool breeze through a pile of dead leaves

i listened to you with my lips
when i wish i had been deaf

i watched you with my fingertips
turns out i needed glasses anyway