This secrets been eating me alive
Maybe thats why theres
not much of me left
These words are leaving
a bad taste in my mouth
but i cant seem to wash it away
The skin replaces itself every 27 days
And its been months since I last saw you
Yet I still crave your touch

You showed
me your true colors
so I used you  
as pigment on an
already messy canvas,
because it’s my turn
to do the manipulating.

I wish my hands
were big enough
to sculpt mountains.

My own masterpiece
cannot hurt me.
I’m no longer
afraid of you.
I can no longer miss you
or be hurt by you.

Maybe you should
have used me
more beautifully.
But it’s okay
because I needed
the material.

With skin the color of coffee what I wouldn't give to have a cup of her
Putting my lips to hers taking long slow sips warming my insides
Her fragrance is like freshly brewed aromatherapy healing my soul.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

I used to hate when you were drunk
but now thats the only time you call
so drink all you want

Lying here without you
pretending the wind is your fingers
running through my hair
as I share emotions with the sky