There's something about her
that makes him caught up in his words
and sets his soul to rest.

Eyes that outshine even the morning star
and puts the sun to shame.
Infinite depth of her stare,
reflects beauty and lets you see
a mind that only makes her
althemore perfect.

With soft gaze that rivals
the moon's reflection on the ocean,
she holds innocence in the most simplistic form-
*flawlessly beautiful

Desire has a nuanced way
Of rearing its ugly head
Disguised in a pretty red wig
A cinnamon girl, a wild mare
Racing a hot summers night
And I, a king of trash, lost
Deep in the ocean of vulnerability
That glimmers behind your eyes
Sinking, swimming, submerged
It's hard to stay afloat
When you're ten feet above water
And you can't breathe
When your lungs are full of lust
But maybe just for tonight
Among the places we've drank
The cars taking us here to there
The cigarettes, tequila, and drugs
The warming sensations
The stupid decisions
The too close conversations
A longing gaze, a hand on thigh
Your beauty closes in on mine
And our lips would touch
Igniting a flame, burning me
Embers to ashes, dust to pain
For we'd only exist this night
A memory in the making
A heart of broken shame
A possibility too perfect
The product of fantasy
Something I'd wish for
But never come to fruition
Intuition screaming at me
Don't kiss the girl
Leave before you **** yourself up
And in comes the reaper
Here to collect my debt
Of too much ingested
I feel sick, losing control
Get me the hell out of here
I want to go home.

I met an old man one day
he gave me a book, an old book
I looked at him with a curious eye
he smiled to me and disappeared like a tired smoke

With trembling fingers i turned the pages
some angry dust released itself into the air,
like a result of traveling throughout the places and over the ages
that night when i read it, glued to my chair
i thought i lost my mind in an ocean of words...