My heart is like an onion, peel back each layer to get closer to my heart.
The walls guarding my heart are meant to be taken down by the one.
The one will hold the knife capable of cutting away these layers around my heart. It will be a difficult task for the one though.
I don't mean to but I know it will cause you tears.
The stinging in your eyes causing you to cry won't last forever if you are able to survive that pain. You will be able to enjoy the fruits of your labor.
You will be able to smell the sweetness of my inner heart as if I'm being sauteed in sunflower seed oil.

I'm falling hard for you,
feeling like a bullet rushing out through the chamber of love
I try to resist this feeling because it seems like it is happening too fast
My doubts create greater resistance as the bullet heads towards the light at the end of the barrel
It feels like my left side of the brain is dueling my right side.
My heart is the cheerleader supporting and encouraging the left.
The right side is over thinking this situation claiming that it is happening at a rapid pace. The doubts of "does she feel me like I'm feeling her" also floats around.
The heart quickly jumps in shouting "Love has no time constraints."
"It is better to have loved than to have not loved at all."
As the light brightens with the bullet slightly out of the barrel,
I whisper "I'm too far gone and there is no turning back"

We met each other and our chemicals begin to mix
The cocoons in my chest began to stir
our chemistry grows stronger as the second hand ticks
every time you glance at me,
my arm hair rises like static charged fur
I'm falling hard for you like a broken elevator in a skyscraper.
This kind of feeling is as dangerous as a train robbery caper.
Up until now I felt like I was superman and no bullets could harm me.
When I hear your voice it makes me weak in the knees.
Your love is like Kryptonite why can't see the effect it's having on me.
The cocoons in my chest skip stages of growth instantly becoming butterflies.

Girl, I didn't think you intended to steal the sun but you did it anyways
Shining brighter than it ever could,
staying up longer than it ever would.
When I'm around you my temperature rises,
your body heat melts all of my disguises.
I can't hide my true feelings around you,
when I can't talk to you I'm completely blue
I'm not used to feeling.....naked.......exposed and vulnerable
Now that you possess the sun
I'm your earth
you orbit circles around me ***
this emotion i feel for you is a new birth,
in me, I'm not quite sure if you can see
what you have done to me.

Walking into a party filled with beautiful people
who say the ugliest things.
glancing around the commotion
I start to become sea sick by looking at all the motions
made by guys looking for a freaky chick
the ugly ducklings with sweet personalities don't get the time of day
wading through the egos I make my way over to
the lonely....despondent.....dismayed
like a bottom feeder I move in for my meal
like a catfish at the bottom of a fish tank is how I feel.
usually known as a sure thing
the vulture in me becomes king
circling around my dead prey
swooping down to devour
the corpse injured and still would just lay
talking to her leaving a bitter taste in my mouth,
even a bit sour
one, two , three special iced teas
this ugly duckling instantly becomes a swan
whispering in her ear persuading her to come home with me
laying in bed with her the bottom feeder in me slithers away
as the night turns to dawn

In the seedy underbelly of a city filled with righteousness.
Church buildings litter the city like an infestation out of control.
These structures , strategically placed embodied in holiness,
houses the most corrupt and evil with rising numbers like a death toll.
They utilize a belief to gain false respect while looking down upon gays that they reject.
The bible is used to mask their hypocrisy.
An old text who's true meaning has been lost in translation,
members within the church practice their mockery.
Never learning the proper way of communication
If you don't donate money to their church you are destined to live your afterlife in hell
Billions followed the words of one man standing in a pulpit as if he has them under some spell.
Their supposed mission on earth is to convert others to their way of life but they don't notice how much they discriminate against those that are different.
Why would there be a need for so many churches in one area?
What would happen if there was one church that all the cultist went to?
These people need to worry about when they finally meet their god what will they do?

She spots me from across the room
My intuition senses impending doom
her icy gaze strikes a blow
sending shivers from head to toe
I feel a pinch on my arm like a snake bite
trying to fight back this disease with all my might
fists begin to clench and become tight
As my heart races the brain paces
back and forth. Logic is slowly beginning to fade.
What has this man eater made?
A man shackled in the chains of love.
Wondering when he will be set free like a dove.