Bring me to justice and whip my smile away
Morbid may be better than believing lies.
I believe in many things, many faces,
sadly
when you look to too many things you don't look to yourself.
Sometimes it's hard to leave love behind,
but sometimes it's even harder to let it take over you
while it does nothing but drink calm earl grey tea with your lover.

I guess there comes a time
when all that's right
goes wrong
when time runs out and
you're left
spineless without features
When you discover the truth
of the matter and blink
in its face
I love you
but I know you don't
So I guess its become the time to
erase the one thing that's
right in your life for the sake of her innocence.

It's on days like these when life is rushing in at light speed
and I am breathing in Carbon Dioxide instead of air.
When the world is unbearable and
I'm stressed from the giant rock of fate.
That I think about you laying next to me
with open heart listening to my soul beat.
Your hand holding mine - pulsing it,
reminding me of the patterns of living and
looking into your eyes and feeling that pain could never exist
when we are looking at starts together
You are the heal, and I love you more than the sun
And I kiss your nose.
But, I miss and hit my empty pillow.

Cakes,
I know I just wrote to you,
but I can't get you off my mind - you live there 24/7,
but it seems today you are running in circles.
I'd like to stop you and kiss your hand and wipe the sweat from your forehead.
People tell me you're a hopeless cause.
I disagree, you are my hope entirely.
But spare me love,
is there a chance for us?
By any means could you possibly even have for me the slightest that I have for you?
Spare me the truth, should I try to shake you from my heart?
(No)                                                                                                                                         (Yes)
Thank god.                                                                                                       I'm sorry, but that's not valid.

Je t'aime,
Bug

If I could, I would describe to you
the hopes I have for life
Not just my own life,
that stretches and shortens like a
worn out rubber band,
but also yours,
where I put every ounce of my positive energy
my hope, my light, is you.
But, neither of our lives are worthy
of any rhymes or words in a poem
I'm not writing about me and I'm not writing about you,
I'm writing about us,
because together we are a song to sing.

I don't believe that such a deed is allowed in human fate.
A made up rhyme cannot fathom the truth as I can you.
No matter the wondrous colors that shine through on a daily basis,
no matter the birds singing in the
autumn leaves,
there is no sun
there is no hope
The birds are singing, but they are
corpses in spring mulch.