the water settles
the sky turns dark
the love has made you full inside
and as it goes
and as it fades
the world may never know your place
as love is strong and seen as sin
two flowers' love
too pure, too clean
a strong wind takes it
turns it to dust
for love can never last

My soul splits in two
The moment I see you

You destroy what was made
My debt has been paid

I have nothing to fear
As death draws me near

His breath on my face
I’m leaving this place

His kiss is deadly deep
I return it as I weep

All thought leaves me
As I fall to sleep

Twenty years later
but I still remember
that horrid smell
your smell

Twenty years later
and I still haven’t  
told my story to anyone
willing to listen

Twenty years later
and I still hate you
and pray you aren’t
hurting someone else

Twenty years later
but I still remember
your smirk
and your wicked smile

Twenty years later
but it feels like today
you broke me
and left me scarred for life

Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Everyday a soul is lost

Souls of love
Souls of lust
Souls on endearment
Souls of trust

Souls full of knowledge
Leave people like us
With questions unanswered
And feelings unmastered

The void of their absence
Still lingers with longing
Tear drops of silence
will forever keep falling.

I need to find a map
A map of my mind
Because lately I’ve been lost
In a labyrinth of emotional suicide
With walls built to the sky
And dead ends everywhere
Maybe I’m stuck here
With no way out
Living this endless cycle
Dying every time I wake

our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine