With the weight on the world on your shoulders
Will you be the one to crawl?
The serpent writhing on the earth
The angel before the fall

Will the whisper of your greatest sins
Send shivers down your neck?
Will the kiss of death bite through your lips?
Will remembrance take your breath?

Do you crave the iron blades of truth
The wisp serenity
Did the sirens tempt your wicked heart
Will your penance be the fee?

With the weight of the world on your shoulders?
Your knees dragging the earth
Can you find yourself sinking in
When you're choking on your worth

Forgive my hands
for their wandering ways. 
It's simply that I could spend
the rest of my days
exploring every part of you. 
Running my fingertips
gently across your skin
just to feel the sensation 
of you over and again.

I'm forgetting already
And that really helps
I just have to remember
You're not good for my health.

Inside the center of her
"Now" I find my yesterself.
Blushing juvenile
Torn between nervous
And not.

I watch you while you sleep
  Sometimes I slowly creep under thy sheets
I don't show myself , I don't like to be   seen.

       When you hear a tip-tap
       You wonder what was that
   You lie to yourself and say it was just         a rat.

While you read this a shiver is running down thy spine. Don't worry it's just me you,ll be fine...
Just kidding you will have to die
Please don't cry, just slowly
Turn your head and look behind

When does a poem first become a poem
The moments it's read
or the second it's born?
When it takes its first breath
on the page it adorns?
When does a poem first become a poem

When does a poem first become a poem
When it finds the right rhyme
no longer feeling alone?
When it sits on the porch
of the old poets home?
When does a poem first become a poem

When does a poem first become a poem
When it takes out the blade
and carves its message in stone?
Or tears the fabric of time
on the lesser known?
When does a poem first become a poem