I don't know if I can see this through
Lately I've been having seconds thoughts
Never had any regrets
But maybe this was a mistake
I don't know how many disappointments I can take

You just have the face of one of those people who look like they would cheat

In our swap of spit
As we kissed
And our lips hit
You said you weren't contagious
But now I'm sick

It landed upon your arm
As if it was a branch to rest
But it tickled your flesh
And in your distress
You took its breath

Your on a path to conquer my heart
But the ground has been ***** trapped with land mines since the start
Buried so you couldn't see
This trail has been long closed
The warning sign
Has grown fragile
And infected with mold  
But like an idiot you venture forth
Driven by feelings you just can't control
They send you on a surge to try and claim this path
I wish I could tell you it was just the land mines trying to keep you back
If you shall make it past
You will find yourself standing before a forest
With barbed wire hanging from the branches instead of leaves
And this isn't the end
If the other two didn't stop you before
This definitely will put a stop to you
Beyond the tress you will find an oasis
But don't fooled by its beauty
Or you will find yourself in the mouth of quick sand
I advise you turn and walk away
Because you never had a chance

Don't get to close
My breath reeks of death
And if you look closely
You can see the flesh eating maggots
Crawling behind my eyes  
Along with the beetles
Slithering beneath my skin  
Inside my muscles decay
And my organs have rotted away
I'm just a walking corpse
Without a grave
Because inside
Ive already died

You won't find a tag hanging from my body
And inscribe on it the word black
No in fact i am not black
I am me

You don't like me because I'm not from your race
And my race doesn't like you because the different skin color on your face
It doesn't matter where you go in this world
Pick a place
Your always going to find someone different from you
Why do we have to hate someone who shares the same planet as you

Sorry for the brown napkins, tissues and plastic bottles I sometimes throw on you

How close to this line can I get
One more stop and that's it
So close to hating you
I can taste it when I sweat
The thought of leaving you Is so tempting
I lust for it
Like a pervert
Imagining breast
But what's holding me back
My feelings for you are at rest
My heart doesn't beat for you in my chest
How far from this line can i get
It's to late I've already stepped over

My circle of trust is so small, even I'm not in it

Your were my first
And I fell so fast
Like a car crash
I wasn't ready for the impact
Unable to brace myself  
It felt like I smashed into the dashboard
Still in shock
That this actually happened to me
I couldn't keep It all intact
And I acted so recklessly
But knew you too loved me
And if you'd ask me
I'd tell you I had no regrets
But one
I wished I didn't act so carefree
But I never had anyone care
As much as you did for me
Sometimes I wonder
Why did I even let myself fall in the first place
Because I just landed on my face

Love is the first time you sleep with a face full of hair and don't care,
you're just grateful she's there.
It's all the emotion you're able to bear, so beware;
nobody said it was graceful or fair.

Love is unprepared to be rushed but a touch is barely enough,
and since you don't dare to give up, there is the rub.
She'll put her hair in a bun and rip the air from your lungs,
And you can feel your blood pumping like the scariest drum.

Love is it all, it's the bricks and the wall,
it's the stick and the ball, the listen and call,
The dismissal of any and all critical thought, but what is it overall?
it's the bridge metaphor and the physical fall.

Love is when you travel to the farthest of lands over mountains, marshes and sands.
It's artistry, grand, feeling your hearts swelling as large as they can,
hearing your arteries bang,
and being there to hold the cane inside the palm of her hand.

Love is transcending genders and age, to the 'benders' and 'gays',
finding an effortless way through the prejudiced plague.
Ask any men, they will say that it led them astray,
from the gentlest phrase to the mentalist, caged,

Love is the first time you sleep with a face full of hair and don't care,
you're just grateful he's there,
It's all the emotion you're able to bear, so beware.

Nobody said it was graceful or fair.