Me and my drum have all sorts of fun,
We eat chocolate bars -  yum yum,
These chocolate bars go into my tum and then they come out of my ***

Me and my drum have all sorts of fun,
We have so much fun it makes me ***,
Then I eat a plum and drink some ***,
After that I chew some gum

Me and my drum have all sorts of fun,
We have so much fun it makes numb,

What would I do without my drum?

I'm a poor little chest,
I try to try my best,
I wake up wearing a vest,
The birds wake me up in their nest,
Then I guessed that my one drum is a pest,
In maths I had a test,
I decided to have a rest,
What they don't know is that I'm chest a poor little chest trying to try my best.

I close my eyes
they almost feel like
they wont open
ever again

I breathe
in
out
deep breaths

Everything will be okay
I tell myself
but it doesn't
seem to stick

You can't do this
A voice
in the back if my head
calls to me

And I listen
I let the anxiety
take me
far

Far

Away.

Here is another one about love.
Let me guess,
You heard it all before?
You're right.

Are you asking yourself if this one will be,
Different?
Unique?
It already is.

So what is love?
A question a bit too big to answer in a poem
Is it as good as everyone says it is?
Yes, but I wouldn't know, not anymore.

Do you know the saying,
Every coin has 2 sides,
Well as some are enjoying love,
I'm suffering from the lack of
Her
Our passion
The heat
The way she kissed me

It's funny how you can,
Loose yourself by finding yourself,
Find yourself by getting lost,
Change who you are by,
Trying to become yourself.

It's funny how you can,
Feel pain, loose and drown in sorrow,
And move on because tomorrow,
Is not going to stop and wait,
For you to comprehend your fate.

How often we ask the same questions?
How do you start,
what should be in the middle
how should it end.

What happens when,
we don't know,
we never answer them,
we fail to answer them correctly?

The seconds soon slip
As I remain in your grip,
A Marlboro light,
Hanging between your sweet lip.

My hair is a tangled mess
And on the floor, strewn is my dress.
Slight, lacy and black,
In an attempt to impress.

Your eyes are pale pastel,
You mumble that you like my castle
'For my princess'
You say as I bury in your muscle.

Your beard is stubble on my cheek,
With each toss and turn the floorboards creek,
As you look under the sheets to peak.

Your cigarette is blunted in a vase,
You hold my cheek and say
'You are far more precious than glass'

Your skin is dew like and gathers between your brow,
I stroke your jaw as if I don't know how.

The kiss is so tender, so careful, so harsh,
Your breathe tastes like mirangues and ash,
I move my lips over your thickening 'tache.

"My love" you pant three times,
As you squeeze my thighs
And I kiss your eyes.

What an impeccable morning,
A love without warning.

Here comes November rain,
He lingers on the window pane.

Locked outside without a key,
Please keep him away from me.

I've changed the lock,
His face reflects in the clock.

It chimes but he still remains outside,
His persistence won't make me abide.

November rain,
Knocking on the door frame.

Desperate to get in,
I can't withstand him.