I just want to hold her tightly.
and she just wants to kiss and bite me.
i really might love her,
cuz she's all i think about.
we're perfect for each other,
but her actions give me doubt.

I wait by the phone, just trying to stay close.
no texts, no calls, just a pain in my chest grows.
and still i'd give it all
just to see those eyes again
as i watch hope fall,
i beg it please to rise again

i'll never understand what to do on this quest.
with so much love to invest,
howd i get stuck In this mess?
i guess she's taking what she wants
and leaving me with the rest

Prayin for a snow day,
a lay at home day.
drinkin hot cocoa, bumpin some old Drake.
like "come winter"
and hope it comes we do!
pimpin season is over
i jus wanna lay here with you.
we know its not that serious,
talkin from experience.
this thing'll probably last a couple months,
maybe a few.
But im down to make it somethin
unforgettable
incredible
typa winter u throw up on a pedastool.
Till just after Valentines,
hear the last romantic chimes.
and pimpin seasons back on,
then you cant be mine,
and neither of us would mind.
at least,
I hope to find.

To begin a proper description
of the emotions brought fourth
by her beautiful, intelligent existence,
is not to be sold short.

The blame is all mine.
you were a lover then.
we shared feelings for short time.
i'd **** to share again.

Today I sit in a crowd,
alone in my apartment.
regret fills me now,
i had put one foot in
and left one foot out.

So of course she couldn't wait
decisions must be made.
after all she was a princess,
and a princess won't be played.

I wish I'd seen things clearer,
or new what blurred my vision.
what i'd give just to be near her,
"forgive my indecision"

I could barely utilize
a cold winter night.
yet she looks up to the sky,
stating self-respective "like's" and
how she more than doesn't mind them.
Convincingly I find,
that I more than just liked them.

In spring, life's new.
New lessons to be learned.
The dew, the blue sky, the songs of the birds.
I'd think nothing of it,
If it werent for her.

Her glorifying eyes,
an approving smile,
laughter to turn tides
and can be heard for miles.
relations and fate
I've thought nothing of it.
but as of late,
If she likes it,
I love it.

I couldn't believe my very own eye's
though they cease to betray me yet.
the chilling sound's of my beating heart,
their deceitful silhouette.
My love for whom I'd slay the king
and work these endless hours.
was nothing more than hidden pain.
like a snake within the flowers.
A love lost is a lesson taught,
we all must sacrifice.
the time we waste with one isn't cheap.
but love comes at a price.

I can't forget her
even though i feel i should.
and i'm not so great with words
so i'm misunderstood.
i'm a child
i believe in love at first sight
i believe in a mild summer night
just holding her tight.
but she just wants to party,
and im not one to stop her,
so im sorry that i loved her;
not sorry that i lost her.

what is love, and how do you play?
I had a girl I used to ****,
"I love you" she'd say.
I'd say it back, cuz it was my turn.
She gets so excited
over my words.
we talk, have *** and talk, clueless of time.
she asks " is there any blue in those eyes"
and when its time to leave I ask
"any truth in those lies?"
I'd laugh and say i love you, till next time.
But this can't last, I always knew,
I reinforce the hollow words
as I fill my shoes.
perhaps one day ill beat it,
conquer the game of love.
till then I don't believe it,
and I just play for fun.

"A poet never cries"
but their hearts always bleed
strange enough no one sees
the blood drip down our sleeves

we make time to be normal
because the poet never sleeps
but you know one when you meet
you can hear it as we speak

The older and colder I've grown through time,
is taking it's mental toll.
I'm wishing for crazy things in my mind,
wishing with all heart and soul.

Like, for best example,
i'll get the best of Father Time.
And master time travel!
like Doc Brown in his prime.

I'd take the shots I never took
and book the flights I never booked.
i'd make the right decisions,
i'd test my very limits.
i'd go to football practice like each day was my last living.

without a doubt, one thing I know,
simpler time's await in the past.
sounds nice, although
I also know, there's  always a catch.
like altering the future
or some crazy **** like that.

eventually the realist comes out
and the dream becomes a dream
till I forget what I was wishing about
in my everyday routine.

bad news hit me
like a bomb by the enemy.
all I want is vengeance
even if it means the end of me.
I'll do it for my descendants
plus my pride won't let it slide
for my father's honor
there's nowhere you can hide.
fear me secret bomber
for I await our dance
a symphony of answers
where death strikes at first chance.
I won't hide by any standards
i'll keep it blunt if I might.
blunt as the pipe you attacked with that night.