I loved him and he loved poetry
he loved me and I loved the rosary
around his razor-nicked throat, I lit a candle for him
below the window, and I let him in
just as god told me not to, I let him in
through frosted windows and blood pacts
he found sick ways to keep my heart intact
guns and langer's lines, his lips and poisoned wines
he slid his hand into my pocket and took the church key
wrote about a girl with blue eyes and told me it was me -
and that night I had dream that he let me die
he let me die, just as god had told him not to, he let me die.

You are beautiful not because of the way you look or the way you dress.
You are not beautiful because of that extra bit you did to your hair today. You are not beautiful because of the outfit you chose today.
You are beautiful because your smile radiates the internal positivity you are composed of.
You have built such a great energy that no matter how you look, you are beautiful.
Your thoughts and the words you form into conversation make everyone you speak to want to reach inside their own head and find their happiness and their worth for living.

Poets show their naked pain

And this, I think
Pouring yourself onto pages
Is the greatest art of all

Nature is the sun light
Heaven is the night sky
And we're standing in between..
Passion's in the music
When it should be in the bedroom
We love such beautiful things

And power's in the money
When it should be in the poetry
They're losing sight of the truth..
And religions in a big book
When there's no faith in their small hearts,
Oh what a ridiculous thing..

But love and life
Is black and white
In a world that is mostly blue
They think that i'm crazy
'Cause i've fallen for you
But i'm in love with beautiful things
Like, paintings and pretty places too..
And breaking my heart is the most beautiful sinful thing you could do.

Bike riding in Paris,
Shopping for a new dress
Oh what a vintage way of life
Pictures with your boyfriend
Pictures with your girl friends
Oh what a beautiful smile

There's courage in the war
But its still wrong to hold a gun
So what do we **** for?..
Something like material
How about i raise a flag up for all the heroes
Who fight for all the beautiful things..

Oh life's a beautiful thing,
**It is.

This is your fault
You're the one saying all these things
Acting like it won't affect me
Treating me like I'm a stone wall
That I don't hear the words you say
Or read the words you type
It was bound to affect me
And turn my feelings for you

I'm becoming jealous
and irrational.
I become worried when I don't hear from you
I want you to say my name
Or think about me constantly
I want you to tell me all things you do
Or tell me something new
Babe
Sweetie
Gorgeous
Call me all of it
And don't stop

The cigarette burns bright
Between your perfect fingers
And I think that this night
Could never be any better

There's strawberry wine by your bed
And your hair falling down your back
And these thoughts racing through my head
As our bodies draw so, so close

Acting intimately
I feel very, very small
All these things you've shown me
I'm left struck with this awe

Your hand on my thigh, I'm shaking
I gently caress your smooth neck
My heart is violently quaking
As I draw you in close, touch lips
And fall into your kiss