sweeter than vanilla cream
i think she's been in my dreams
skin soft to the touch and she's layin' underneath me

fingers trace her waistline
my head lays on her chest
our legs are intertwined
my lips are on her neck

freckles scattered across your cream-white cheeks, moonlight peeking through the curtain forming shadows on your skin.
my head lifts up from between your long legs, desperately wanting you in.
the look of pleasure and regret in your sea blue eyes, a storm brewing between your thighs.
an ongoing up and down motion, your pretty hands squeeze the sheets. wind rustles through your dark brown curls, both of our hearts skip beats.
long dark eyelashes surround those pleading eyes, eyelids flickering, your hips slowly rise.
light soft breaths escape your baby pink lips, exploding in my mouth and down my throat it drips.
your head falls back onto a crumpled white sheet, the motion of my tongue leaves you beat.

sunlight shone from within
because of all she felt when with him
moonlight glimmered in his eyes
but all he wanted was to get between her thighs

you seemed happier than ever in that moment
like you wanted me
but i guess i was wrong
i was blinded by your beauty
you're so perfect
and too good for me

i never stopped trying to get a chance
then you kissed me
then you left
and didn't even look back for a second glance

Absolutely torn to shreds
She’s hurt to the point where she doesn’t   care whether she’s alive or dead

Lost in a world that doesn’t exist
The only thing she remembers is his tender kiss

Now her head is spinning faster than you can imagine
She dreams of flying away with a death driven dragon

She can’t that horrific image out of her head
She can’t unsee the other girl in his bed

She’s starting to become hazy
Soon she’ll be absolutely crazy

Getting good ideas that aren’t good at all
She’s going to figure out away to make the other girl fall

Poison, needles, knives that’ll leave scars
She just doesn’t think she’ll end up behind bars

Convincing herself she didn’t just make a life end
“The other girl is taken care of now,” she tells her boy. ”lets just pretend.”

i wish you and her was still you and i, instead of your hand in hers it’d be your hand in mine. if i still had you everything would be fine. but you move on so fast, and i’m not sure how or why. do men just not have feelings? use us to waste their time? pretend to fall in love for the fun of it? then just let us cry?

Lips stained red, messy bed, all alone, last night she bled.

Orange tinted sheets, hearts skipping beats, I don’t know what to do, someone help me please.

Bright yellow flowers, in the bathroom near the shower, the vase fell off the counter, waters been running for hours.

Green vines wrapped around her waist, dying eyes and a dying face, the look she has says it all, she’s being taken to a darker place.

Her bright blue eyes drained of life, shaking, as he held the knife, that had stabbed her in the back one hundred times, if only there was never a strife.

Purple bruises all over her skin, she never knew she wouldn’t win, not very expected, because she always thought “I’m so much stronger than him.”

I’m starting to think I shouldn’t be left alone. My thoughts drip too deep to the blackness below. Am I really alive or just existing? My view is consistently, painfully twisting. Late at night too anxious to sleep, unwelcoming images start to creep.