"Did you Love me? Did you ever?

Maybe you did? I'll never say never"




**** 'em with kindness, you killed me with love

Folded me in half, both sides fit you like a glove

You wore me out, you threw me off

I was too grungy, I got too soft

It wasnt your fit anymore, you put me back in the closet

I stayed there, sitting there hung up on you, I totally lost it

But you would pick me back up and thought of me as vintage

You would look at my tag and check out my percentage

Picky with the type after it being worn out, im no longer new

I still stay in the background in the hopes of being back on you

Sometimes I'm fashionable, but it wasnt enough to be worn

By you again, as if I was lost and found and got torn

Like Goodwill owned me now, and other people would lurk

I wasnt hung up to be grabbed by others like it was possible to work

Things got old quick because I graced your steez way too often

I got washed up quick and not thoroughly enough to soften

But I still stay hung up for you to see, wanting to be thrown back on you

I still got it, I know I do, I'll never fad out I'm timeless through and through

My stiches are coming loose and I'm falling apart

This fabricated heart is losing its density as you depart

Dont close the door, it gets too dark in here

I cant stand that the light went out and you suddenly disappear

With a dip of green from
your eyes forest trees were
created. And a drip of sweat
slipping off your fingertips
the blue salty oceans were
made. One wave after the
other carries your name. With
a rib from your cage, God
created your soulmate. If i
could mix the colours of your
beautiful soul and paint them
all over on my bedroom wall i
would. Your all i want to see on
my pallet. Weave the best of stories
on my skin. Spread art all over this
body of mine for it yours to touch ,
to keep and to make it your own
masterpiece. Every inch of me
is part of your property now.
Come closer love and splash your
colours all over me. Paint me in shades
of colours that are deeper than the sea.
Adjust wildflowers and dandelions
in my hair. Lift my soul up to
the air. Breathe your poetry
down my throat. Fill my eyes
up with tears of joy and hope.
Your words feed my hunger and
lust for they are all i trust. Tell
me dear are they made out of
pearls and stardust ? I feel them move
in the arteries of my heart and up to
my brain cerebellum. Your words move
faster than electricity in my blood. Strip
the layers of clothes off my skin tonight
and cover me up with your dear poetry
as if my body is your paper and pen* ~

Leaning on the windowsill,
You look to the night and stare,
Where you should be sleeping.
You never think that,
Someone could be staring back.
Nobody sees you there;
But why should you care when,
That windowsill,
Is all you have to lean on,
I know it's depressing;
To watch the rain is interesting.
You can't express a feeling,
When your sunk below the boat,
Your not really there inside,
Your out there with no coat.
I don't need to stress when nothing matters,
Feelings broken, left there in tatters.
So I'm staying up,
To soak up the sadness.
Where I can watch the rain.
What lies in a puddle,
Lay there in vain.
Nobody sees the pain,
You go through.
Leaning on the windowsill.
But I do.