our emerald princess
graces the night,
banquets with the Lilly's,
her heart is pure as the snow
no darkness pervades in her
accustomed company.
She dwells by the sea
in her esteemed shell house.

pull my hair
spank my *****
grab my thighs
and do what you do to me

tell me what you want
tell me what I'm gonna do
give me those instructions
so I know just what to do

call me baby,
call me anything you'd like
just make sure you call me
before 11pm tonight.

I’m pulling out grass,
wishing to feel closer to you.
I convince myself that it’s okay,
that I’m better, because I’ve learned
the beautiful craft of distraction.

I make sure there is always sound
vibrating off my walls, never a dull moment
in this skull. Numb it with herbs and every
time a voice goes low, drown it out
with stronger voices, any voices,
just never music. Or I’ll end up
right back where I began.

I’m pulling out grass
wishing to feel closer to you.
But instead I inhale, blink back
tears, pull myself off the ground.
It’s easier to carry on feeling nothing at all.

No one ever see's the pain they cause.
The beauty of a soul they turned dim,
hollow,
empty with only dreams of fillness.
maybe you didn't mean to.
But no one ever see's the pain they cause.

ever experienced singing indirectly to someone you like?
you hum the words, like singing a lullaby
and you look at him sleeping soundly
secretly hoping that your voice would reach him
reach him like the words on a poem knock the readers
reach him like the steps on a ballet bring shine to the watchers;
it hurts actually
the feeling of you singing, but that person you like didn't know he's the one you're actually singing to
how i wish that some other person could've recorded that scene
be played by myself a million times
and never forget how that moment,
is so beautiful that it hurts.