Once there was a little firefly
Who danced and sang for her favorite sky
She loved him dear, he loved her deep
And when his firefly fell asleep
He wrote a song a poem to her,
The only one who inspired and made his heart stir
It was not fancy, no not a bit
If anything he thought it pathetic
He knew his lady firefly was worth much more
Than all the words he had in store
But he could not simply sit in quiet
Because she made a heart soar, that could not fly yet
So as she slept, he gave them to her
His words so plain, his intentions so pure
He wrote to his love knowing she'd see it next morning
And he just went on and on adoring
The beautiful gift god gave to the sky
His lovely, his perfect, my dear firefly...

I just ate an apple
I sunk my teeth into its flesh
Call me disgusting, rebuke my perverseness
I wish I’d sunk my teeth into you

Tasted your skin
Tasted your blood
Oh my sweet if you only understood
The thoughts inside my head

Heard you pant
Heard you scream
Am I still the pretty boy that I seem?
Laughter fills my head

I tell you you’re delicious
Do you really know what I mean?
A delectable act, one that cannot redeem
I lick my lips

I don’t want to eat you all up
Just leave bites all over your perfect skin
Nothing else is allowed to defect or ruin
Your flesh but me

Do you still want me?
Does this scare you away
Or turn you on, make you want to stay
I told you I’m a vampyre

You are white because you are pure, and my perfect
You are black because you are my greatest mystery
You are red because you are passion and seduction
You are yellow because you are radiance
You are blue because you are gentle and kind
But you are purple because you are powerful
You are green because you are life giving
And orange for your stubbornness
You are pink because you are love
And gray because you are steadfast
You, my love, are color to me
You are everything that I see

Can I, oh can I please—
Tell you about my sweetest dream?
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing

The setting sun; sky of purple, orange, red
Two lovely figures, down by the swing set
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing

Their eyes are locked, their hearts are tied
Nothing else in the world to make them satisfied
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing

One thing alone is missing:
Gentle delicate kissing
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing

But a quick little peck on the lips
Is amongst the cruelest of quips
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing

When passion is present and passion is pure
A little longer, a kiss can endure
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing

A little push, a little pull
Each wanting the other to know
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing

Your lips tasted so **** good
So strong I could not have stood
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing

I wanted more, but it was more than enough
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing
Your lips, your eyes, your heart
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing
Our passion or love; my nighttime dream…
Oh-woah, the sweetest thing

I’m here but you don’t know it
I’m near but you don’t know it yet
Am I queer? For pursuing you so closely
If you saw me would you fear our closeness?
I think it’s clear, I have something to hide
But Darling Dear, Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you
Don’t shed a tear…

Sometimes, to break is nothing but pain
But even when we don’t see it, there is something to claim

“Whatever doesn't **** you makes you stronger”
But pain doesn't always toughen us, and make life last longer

There are the times though, we destroy ourselves with reason
And we know we’ll come through the fire unbeaten

Nothing can be made bigger, made more powerful
Without a little destruction; truth can be sorrowful

The times when we willingly subjectify ourselves though
Feel the best, we know what we’re doing—reaping the glory we sow

We all desire strength, power and might
We all want to be stunning, beautiful of sight

We think the ways we build ourselves up, are what pretty us the most
And give little attention, to life’s trials and complications; they’re nothing to boast

But those are where we find our strength; withstanding the tempest
Screaming our passion, unmoving, fighting, holding fast

It is the pain we endure, that we often try to ignore
The brutality, the violence, the blood sweat and gore

But the cruelty of life, all the things you've battled through
That’s what makes you beautiful…this is why I love you

Stay strong, Life's a fight
But I'll go through it by your side

Do you know the sting of air, on skin?
When now there's a scar where there was perfection?