*** that doesn't mean a thing
two lovers come together to convene
both heaving and holding in screams
keeping the lust, so as not to share enough
deeply yearning for loves lost
they feen into one another
two primordial animals feeding their needs
it's just the very first thing.

one day ill be living the dream
simply following my hearts pursuit

envidia cochina
***** jealousy
the thoughts in my head
the nasty taste of the words coming out of my mouth
the immeasurable guilt i feel
you are so kind to me
but i want him
to be honest
i want them all
i dont know how to share
and i never been good at rejection
but they arent for me to have
and your beauty radiates
how can they not see what i see?
its only inevitable
ur light shines
and so does mine

A poets dream
is made up
of a million things
from fairies,
doves,
and angels
almost everything
with wings
as the poet sleeps
thoughts take flight
words like birds
are born
captured
and caged
at night
to be set free
by morning
for the poems sake
that will awaken
the world
when the poet
awakes

He called out to her
He sent her his cries
He'd one day escape after her
Bidding the world of his goodbyes