I used to get lost in your body
Like porcelain, doll-like beauty
But your side of the bed is empty
Night, the time I miss you most.

Just because the road is closed
It doesn't mean it can't be walked
No foundation for their expectations.

In the space where someone used to be
Is there a void or space to breathe?

Why are so many people around us
When I wanted it to be just us?

It turns out in the long run
All they wanted to do was untrust us.

Sitting in this still empty space
A space opposite the first place
You dumped me
Surrounded by aging remnants
Of our tender love
You left me here, again
Sorry symbols of our love surround me
Leaving me to stare the past
To annihilation.

This time it's different
I will not have you back
You crawled to me before
When your judgment was slack
But I learn lessons
From past panic and pain
My temper was stretching
Our love wasn't the same
You left me here, again

Taking the harder path, in the long run
A change of plan, held close to heart
Is harder to let go.

The easier path, it seems for now
Taken with love
Finding meaning through time.

Upward spiraling life,
Brings old opportunities anew
The growth of one full turn,
The Wheel of Life keeps spinning.

Oh cousin, you are my polar opposite
Bound by blood and circumstance
To sit with you is a requisite
As you'll never go out to dance.

You sit at home a lot, reclusive
The king of your own castle
My patience with you is exclusive
But for blood, it's worth the hassle.

The golden age of our youth
Our adventures near and far
You told me what changed you
What left your spirit marred.

It all left your heart colder
At times I don't even know you
When you gave me the cold shoulder
It was like twisting a *****.

My intentions were always good
I wanted to be there for you
A friend in need, more than blood
Though your kind words were few.

It's best we leave some distance
This friendship of ours love/hate
Until I am ready to listen again
It's best that we separate.

There once was a **** called Burt
Who said that he'd never been hurt
He falls for The Prom Queen
Who ****** the whole ball team
Poor Burt now knows she's a flirt.

Green and mean, stench of nature
Tiny glass rocks, pale smoke
Combusted, inhaled, exhaled, ecstasy
Pathways to another dimension.

Sometimes bringing fear
Mostly tranquilising
Words flow even better
When you are in my veins.

Hearing the hidden
Under your influence
Feeling everything
Sensory affluence.

Becoming more accepted
In this backward world
A symbol of peace
Mother nature's milk.

Toyed with by Man
Now mutated, stronger
I long to stroke you
As you stand in nature.

Pass, pass, pass, pass
You are mine alone
And better with others
Tender unassuming glory.

I like to hold you
Feel you crumble
With sticky residue
A plant, so humble.