We are all the same when ripped apart
Just skin and bones and a pumping heart
So what makes you so special?

We all have our share of problems
And we've all got our dreams
Sometimes we're not sure how to solve them
Sometimes it comes so easily

If you took a look at me
What would come to mind?
Do you think that you could see
The demons that swim my spine?

Of course you couldn't
And if you could, you wouldn't try
And that is just the problem
With the world and I

We see what's on the outside
A book, a house, a letter
We don't care about the inside
Until we know it's better

We are all the same when ripped apart
Just skin and bones and a pumping heart
So what makes you so special?

I miss the sound of your voice,
And how you used to sleep our time away.
I miss not having a choice,
And I reminisce on the days that I didn’t have a say.
I fondly look back on your time with me,
And I thank you for all you’ve done.
It’s such a shame that I can finally see
That it’s not my fault that you took off on a run.
I miss your blue judgmental eyes,
And I miss crying myself to sleep,
Because I’d go to my room and realize
That I was in far too deep.
But you called yourself dad, and that’s what you are.
We don’t just share DNA.
We share such a bond, like when you almost crashed the car,
And I’ve loved you more and more since that day.

Shorter skirts and lower tops,
They're doing anything to get noticed.
Smoking and drinking to fit in
To a world that has changed forever.

Increasing teen pregnancy
And teen dads that walk away.
Fifteen has become the new twenty
And kids aren't kids anymore.

What was once cool became lame
And girls became more and more shallow.
Caking make up on their faces,
Pulling duck faces at the camera.

As we are more connected
We interact less.
Technology ensures seeing people less.
Getting to know someone face to face
Will soon become non existent.

We live in a world that's evolving backwards,
By caring less about others and who they are.
Popularity has become a bloodbath
And people are shallower then the sink.

It would be nice to live in a world
That was evolving forwards.

Everyone we meet
And every moment of impact,
Creates who we are.

There are no mistakes,
Because we wouldn't
Become stronger without them.

As people we change all the time.
Every first date and ridiculous laugh
Create our personality in the future.
In a couple of years
We won't recognise who we use to be.

People change so rapidly,
That we don't even notice.
We grow taller and smarter,
As time goes on.

Milestones pass us by,
And the years go so fast.
What once was a child
Became an adult
In the blink of an eye.

These moments of impact
Shape our future
And the future of those we love.

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

I’m covered in you, dripping with sweet aroma.
Your flavor lingers on my lips.
I'm entangled in your alluring persona.
Your finger prints engraved above my hips.
Amazing, I still feel you between my thighs.
Oh sweet ache, that trickles down.
I'm swaddled in delicious butterflies.
I'm enthralled by those sensual sounds.
Chocolate covered strawberries and melted ice cream cones,
Dripping as if it was a hot summer day.
Shivering spine and rattling bones,
Become more intense as you play.
As you play my tears shout out.
My teeth grasp my lips, in hungry fashion.
My tongue dances in my mouth.
The sheets are tarnished with honeyed passion.

With honeyed passion, you kiss my lips.
With honeyed passion you gave a shove.
With honeyed passion I tried to grip.
Enthralled by the way you give love.

Enthralled with honeyed passion my love.

I'm measuring the gap.
last month, it was four:
you swear if it gets closer, it's weird
the month before that was five:
this time we'd crack up and avoid eye contact
I don't think we even touched each
other in September.
But this month it's three.
and maybe, just maybe: your lips
will close the gap, and
touch


mine.