If *** is all you wanted, you could have gotten it from your hand.

A lips that touch like an angel
Speaks so heavenly towards me
If a thousand of shooting stars would fall
I would then write all of it in my poetry

Hail the angel of mercy
It fly by my shoulder and set me free!
It was never my intention to fall in love in a passionate way
But he makes me feel so special what else can i say?

I am human yes i am!
i am stronger than i had never been..this is what i am..
My life once been in a constant misery
I had never felt contentment never been so happy..

If its wrong then you can cut the life in me
If its a sin then who are you to judge me?
I only did what i think for me is best
I only did what makes me happy atleast..

Been in my cave for a long time
My best of friend is this ****** bottle of wine
All i want now is to be free
To live my life not on lies but all in all honesty!

Loyalty, that is the word
I once made it my principle and now it seems absurd!
To be in love means you have to suffer?
But what if, if it makes you feel better?

I am human yes i am!
I am not afraid to love and get hurt
For EVEN love broughts you a thousand needles
I will take that needles
I rather be strong walking forward than be a wussy and being idle..

Point your finger at me, judge me!
what wrong have i done besides choosing to be merry?
Rather than be the slave of my own misery
Its my ****** life just set me free!

I rather choose to be the master of my own self
Than to be a stranger now of what i felt
yes i am human i am!
Now accept the truth and let bygones be bygone..

taste me, oh, i taste like god—
upon your tongue and we spoke a new language,
together.
waiting for
that apple
to fall.

once
we were young
at this
machine. . .
drinking
smoking
typing
it was a most
splendid
miraculous
time
still
is
only now
instead of
moving toward
time
it
moves toward
us
makes each word
drill
into the
paper
clear
fast
hard
feeding a
closing
space.

there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.

We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting