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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.

My demons are getting out.
All this strain.
All these vices.

My demons are getting out.
My selfish hunger.
My lack of presence.

My demons are getting out.
Biting at me to let them breed.
Make it easy and let go.

My demons are getting out.
And I battle with them.
As I fall asleep.

My demons are getting out.
As I try to slip away,
They brood in my mind, in pain.

My demons are out.
Who the hell am I kidding.
We make sick, enraged love every night.

I hope to always be a good lover.

For her, and for me.

Never be what hurts her, never let myself be hurt.
To always be gentle to her, never let myself be bruised.
To show her resepect, and to never allow disrespect.
Not to be passive and unmindful, and not to be tossed aside.
Never to prey upon her, or be preyed upon.
Give her passion, and not be someones idle toy.
Give her understanding, and demand someone who cares.
To always make sure I give, but not the only one giving.
To make sure she's happy, but not at my expense.

I want us to always come back to eachother for all the right reasons.

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.

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?

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.

The pain in my heart is numb.
To this angel, I succumb.
To no man, do I fall.
To no man, not at all.

But this other intrigues.
Sends my heart into leaps.
Makes me smile and listen.
I want all her attention.

I want her bright eyes, and mind.
Think about what I might find.
Hidden away,
Maybe, someday.

The one I have, I begged for.
The one I have, I'm here for.
The one I have, I do so love.
The one I have, I am proud of.

But this other, has part of me.
And I'm sure, weaker I may be.
For she shows no signs, that I can see.
No sign that she will give into me.

Her curves are so sweet,
My hands run along her comfortably.
Her skin, so soft,
Smells of sweet honey.

The way her hair falls,
Perfect at all times.
My fingers run through it,
And become intertwined.

Her pretty mouth,
Makes words so delicate.
How she crosses her legs,
And sits so eloquent.

Charismatic, a goddess really,
How did everyone else miss this?
How did no one see?
This girl, this woman,
Is gorgeous as could be.

The definition of perfection,
Because nothing has a fault.
The meaning of "Angel",
Innocence, and a sweet heart.

Like a goddess,
She will be worshiped,
By my heart and mind.

The perfect woman, is suddenly mine.