My sweet somebody,
I see only you
Imperfecion according to who?
None existent flaws examined
Time and time again
They say that beauty
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Well I hold it darling
When I gaze upon you
Eyes fixated and I'm saying
I can't see anything that won't do
But I can't love like this
You need to love yourself

My sweet somebody,
You deserve so much
The world still owes us nothing
Not even an apology
We may have it bad
But the others have it worse
We may have it good
But the others have it better

Well I have you darling
I have you now and maybe,
Maybe even forever
If I've learnt one thing
Through finding you
It's to never say never

My sweet somebody,
Can I hold you as I fall
Further and further
In to the depths of love?
I know you know
with every inch
I will hit the floor harder

Well I have initiative darling
And a strong will to bounce back
I have you by my side
The cruel  world gave me that
Maybe if I tuck my heart
Behind my legs and curl up
When I hit rock bottom
There will be something left of me

My sweet somebody,
I was never any good
Learning to love myself
Was the hardest part of us
Loving you always came easy
At least for others

Not a hair out of place darling
Not a freckle or a mole
Is unloved by me
Everything belongs
Exactly where it is
You just can't see it yet
.
.
.

She has a place for me in her heart
I've heard the others say the same
Yet I still
May rest my head
Where she would stay
Whilst all the others are long gone
Heart is a heavy word
Reminiscent of stranger times
Comforting to say the least

A shackle and a briefcase
Share her room with me
One wonders if an invitation is real
When not in writing
Enticement is real
As real as flesh and blood
As real as her
Laced ******* with frills
Bluey green
A colour best described as teal
Or was it turquoise?
Though that never mattered
Not important to me
Not a single detail

I told her not to be afraid of living
She said fearlessness is for the dead
I enquired about the living dead
She laughed
We are the only monsters
That feed off of life
We are the only demons
That go bump in the night

She is a goddess
A truly **** mess
I would like to pay homage
To the warmth between her legs
But there are many a pilgrim
And it is well documented that
I hold nothing sacred
Though I do have her favor
For now
Yet my invitation remains unanswered
I never knew a briefcase
Could be so ominous

Though she'll never be my queen
She still ***** me like I'm king

I met my girlfriends family today
Northerners
It was her grandad on her father's sides
Ninetieth birthday but you couldn't tell!
Congratulations
We go out for a meal, enjoying the laughs
They thought I couldn't eat
The giant whaler portion
Of fish and chips

"It's got nowhere to go!"
"Y'don't get fish like that down south"
"You'll never finish that."
"Are you struggling?"
"Good luck with that!"

I only went and ate it all didn't I
Proved them wrong and now I think
I may never ever eat again
A fully suppressed appetite forever
All to make a point and to be
Accepted

To be fair though,
We don't get fish like that down south and
I would eat the giant whaler portion again
Provided someone's doubt in my ability to
Actually eat it swayed me from the large

If you think this isn't reality
Then *******
Accept the fact that misery
Is misery, and if that won't do
Then know that I know why
But I won't tell you.

Disturbia is my life
**** Rhianna for
Envisioning a sick truth,
Then not exposing the demon
That lied to you.

The truth, it is far fetched.