You are a mystery to me,
I can't quite catch your flow.
You are so in and out,
You come and then you go.

Once I stayed the night,
With your permission.
I laid my lips on yours once,
And wanted to keep kissin'.

I emotionally can't seem
To find where I lie.
But physically I want it
To be all right.

I've thought about you.
Wondered my share.
How things would go.
Would it be fair?

I am not truly taken.
Not actually owned.
But my heart is older,
It has really grown.

I don't want to be a ruse.
Or a simple thing that passes.
I want it to be true.
Something with passion.

You want a relationship,
And you won't find it with me.
But I think you truly know
That already.

Yes I would be good to you,
Romantic as you say.
But our minds are different,
Where our interests lay.

But how would it feel,
To bite your lip?
To kiss you mouth,
And feel your touch?
To grab your hands,
Make you lose your breath
Is that to much?
Is that to tough?

I want this woman,
This other one.
But is it realistic?
Not really, no.

I know I don't go with you...
Because so many others,
Would do so much better.

But what if for a night...
We lost ourselves,
With each other?

What is my identity?
Who is "me"?
When people ask,
What do I say?

I don't have a role,
A specific spot.
I have to define myself.
But I have forgot.

There are so many pieces,
Lying in all of these places.
My confusion increases.
And nothing embraces.

But maybe that's just it.
What makes me myself.
How I become a person.
That is distinguishable.

I have to make a person.
That is unlike anyone else.
But to do that,
I have to be myself.

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You hang by my side.
Solid, powerful.
You don't lie.

You are true,
sharp and refined.
Every gleam and bump.
Found a reason over time.

You don't stray from me,
For a second in time.
I know you can be trusted.
You never lie.

Ever sway on my horse,
You plod along too.
That cougar, that bear,
It might feel you too.

You snap with a bite,
You bite with a force.
You grab what I ask.
You make it no more.

You are what I need,
In those moments I face.
Do you know what you are?
You are my saving grace.

The last breath might instead be the start.
Because you are the monster that will eat the heart.
You are called wicked, along with your kin.
But my dear Smith and Wesson, where do I begin?

Searing in my hand in the moment of truth,
You could save my life and maybe even two.
The thick strong horse, may carry me far.
But far is long, when his heart beats no more.

The idle men of cities forget these moments.
They say that your power is the devil for rent.
That with out you there would be no pain.
But if I lost you, what would save me when I drop a rein?

When the predator decides that he wants me.
My horse is not that loyal when he could flee.
On that hard ground that I am ******.
You quickly become my must.

Don't doubt your use,
Because the bones and ****** truth,
Finds you as my protector,
Above any other.

It's almost blatant,
The stupidity,
The ignorance,
The ****** ways to talk.

How could all of you be like this?
You hardly seem to care.
You talk of the terrible things that people do.
But some of these terrors come from you.

The thing is that you can't see the link.
You are unable to attain the higher thought.
Not because you are actually incapable,
But because you were never taught.

Never taught how to slow down, and listen.
How to hear everyone else.
To take some time to think critically,
And not to get so caught up.

Because you will find that when you do,
Get so caught up in your shallow little world.
That you surround yourself with people,
That act the same as you.

Is that what you want in life,
Is that what you vie for?
To say meaningless things?
I promise there is more.

Educate yourself,
In every way you can.
Learn from every experience,
From every old man.

Because in the end,
The people that win.
Are the people that try,
And don't give in.