Let Your Words Flow
From Deep Within.
Let The Ink Smear Across The Page
From The Tip Of Your Pen.

Feel Every Emotion,
Hold Every Feeling.
Entice The Reader's Eye's,
As They Skip Along Every Line,
Dancing.

Then
Once Your Story
Sadly Reaches
It's End.

Leave The Readers,
Locked Within.
Forever Immortalizing,
The Words Your Heart Bled.

you are my ocean. my personal sea..
cant figure out if its the way that you look at me..
you are my sunset, because vision is free..
I thank the heavens up above for the things that i see..

you are my sunrise.. every morning you creep,
Through my curtains, now im certain that your taking a peek,
You are my moonlight..i dont take you in vain,
Without your guiding light my crazyass would up insane..

you are everything, everything, everything
but mine..
singing songs about you, i cant sing, and so they rhyme..

Everything but mine..
i drew a map to infinity &i; hoped that I would find,
I said i hoped that i would find..
..a way to make you realize that im better than this line..

is that really a crime?
I need more than 7 seconds, im not really good at vine.
and believe me if i love you im not really good at  lying..
your an angel, you were brought here by the heavens youll be fine...

Everything, but mine.

i found the worlds best treasure, and i didn't have to mine.
but i searched and i searched, i did..everything, but mine......*




-afj

children of the darkness,
listen in
you pretend that it doesn't
bother you,
but we know that you're just
concealing it,
from the prying eyes which
stare profusely,
through the dying light into
your own.

and you shake with the anticipation
of another
shot of alcohol dripping down your
aching throats,
numbing the pain of freshly broken
hearts.
and instead of screaming helplessly
at skies
of crimson, you watch the tears stream
down your cheeks.