I fell behind because I was too busy pushing you forward.

He asks her to write a song for him,
She composes for him, her poetry...
                                                      ­  
                                                        He asks her to tell him a bed-time story
                                                        Sh­e lulls him with her poetry...

He asks her to sing a song for him,
She recites to him her poetry...

                                                     ­            He asks her to dance with him,
                                                            ­   She moves him with her poetry...
                                                  
He asks her, to be his girl.
She smiles, *and gives him her poetry...

Every marred line
Red paint down
My white arm canvas
Dried blood on my jacket

but you dont ask twice  

Falling down
paint bucket nearly empty
I stumble away
Fresh blood on my jacket

You Wont Ask

So I dont ask
If you mind
me unzipping
my veins

I would just really like someone to help me with a poetry book
If you have any connections or advice for me I would love to hear from any one
Please if you have any type of advice or anything. or maybe look at my poems for constructive criticism, I wold LOVE your help

That's about me
Talking about me
You hate me
I know you're looking right at me
Talking about me
Laughing at me
Pointing at me
Whispering about me