Born into an unpleasing society.
Stardust blown into her eyes.
A wonderful dreamer living on prideful lies.
Hope to one day find her way.
A capricorn fate, waiting for the day.
Growing up at a too fast rate.

Musically alive, holding on to lyrics to survive.
The black hole pulled her in.
Left her dead with no way to win.
Addicted but not ashamed.
Picture perfect and perfectly framed.
She is beautiful but doesn't know.

Her free spirit and selfishness is sure to show.
Psychotically sane, holding in her pain.
She misses her old life.
She'll regain that love and passion she once knew.
But for now her brighter days are fading to blue.

Yin, my queen, was undiscovered.
Instead of royalty, a mother.
Lately she begins to smother.
Enticing me to yet another.

Yang, my king, he has no face.
But fullness in disfigured grace.
Charred instead by lapping waves.
Ideas wadded, thrown to graves.

Terrorist, chauvinist, make a list, burn it.
Hear a plea, guarantee, feel so free, turn it.

SoCo on a monday night,
Alabama song playing lightly,
Tickle fights and cigarettes.
Feeling electric and wild,
blissful and free.
There may be other people,
but for now it's you and me.

You hate me,
but i won't hurt him.
You see me,
and still ignore.
I sit there and frown
and you let me drown
in a silence of loathing.

I hear people say these words,
only every now and then.

But they haunt me,
because i know they're true.

"Of all the things i've lost..
I miss my mind the most."

So i go searching at night
through the doors and windows.

Wandering.
Lost.
Betrayed.
Cold.

i tried writing something here,
it sounded beautiful in my head.

all that came out of it was
"you forgot me"

like the books you'd buy for sunday reading.