I picked a flower in May just to watch her blossom all for myself Beautiful and brilliant I sat her in a glass on a shelf I added water so she wouldn't go dry Magnificence such as hers I couldn't let die I watched as she grew Time flew and flew Her petals orange and blue like a vanilla sky As she prospered and danced I noticed a change Something very strange that caught my eye Her stems became vines intertwined simultaneously with my poetry and life In place of green, She overflowed out of the glass in white sheets of paper And it was there she made her illustration so divine A perfect drawing of a heart That turned out to be mine
They say Beauty is skin deep At least according to society And if you don't conform Life will be a hellofa storm Gold lies beneath the sand So with a shaking hand I dig in to my skin Mining for what's within digging for what you can't see What is deep inside me Red gold bubbles at the surface It hurts but that's why I do this Beauty pays a price And this is souly my choice the scars aren't pretty And this isn't beauty It's still you I love But A mismatched glove I am to you Into the trash you threw Me away Another day Passes and No matter how Deep I dig, I know now It's not me I'm not ugly It's society
So why do I keep digging when beauty only runs skin-deep?
Love is honest, love is kind, Love is brutal, love is blind, Love is hope, love is sorrow, Love today, is hurt tomorrow, Love it comes, love it goes, How long it stays, no one knows.
What I am trying to say is, I am well aware that it matters not whether I am with or without you; I will keep moving, but I much prefer your limbs with my limbs, and I enjoy the tragedy you think makes you unable to be loved, and I'm sorry I didn't touch you a little bit longer, and when you're here I feel it, and when you're not I feel it too.
A little while when I am gone My life will live in music after me, As spun foam lifted and borne on After the wave is lost in the full sea.
A while these nights and days will burn In song with the bright frailty of foam, Living in light before they turn Back to the nothingness that is their home.
Your lies were dipped in bittersweet chocolate; with a heaping amount of caramel sauce drizzled on top. I gobbled up more than I care to openly admit; in fear of what others will think and say. After enjoying your momentary treats; came the truth; with so much salt, it was baffling to eat.
It is too late to erase your name from my heart and the words carved your name onto my flesh Every corner I turn and every thought I have reminds me of that horrible past of mine. When I'd strip down to examine my body for which is made of skin covered bone the skin that bares your name will always remind me of that past we both had once shared. It is not suppose to be this hard to forget about our history some people learn to let go quick and that is what remains a mystery to me