the cold, my love
is something so close to us
it finds us in our dreams.
it haunts not only you,
but me.

the cold, my love
has something I want.
it has the warmth that is meant
to be for us.
but it so blatantly disregards
our every being.

the cold, my love
will soon find its way
in and between.
soaking into our bones
to keep us from loving.

If my eyes are the window to my soul,
  What do you see?
Do you see the the pain
  And the fears?
Do you see the scars,
  And the tears?
Unshed, holding back everything.
If my eyes are the window to my soul,
Do you see the demons
  Behind my walls?
Do you see my shields
  Ready to burst, to fall?
Down, waiting for a push, a shove.
If the eyes are the window to my soul,
  Then no one is looking.
They don't see anything,
  How hard I try.
They don't see anything, 
  Leaving my soul to die.
Behind the window, behind my eyes.

She tried everything
just to be loved.
Sadness and despair
kept in her heart.
In her melancholies
that no one knows.
They don't even care at all.
See things through that smile
Someone save her
even just for once.

I crave your soft caress--
Outlining the valleys and hills
       on my supple skin.

I crave your hands and fingertips--
Intertwined in mine.

I crave your kisses--
You give upon my forehead,
when I'm half asleep in a dream of you.

I crave your breath--
As you breathe in mine.

She is the love,
the soul,
the one who makes me give it all

She is worth trying,
she completes me when we touch,
I want to kneel in front and give her a ring

She could be a beauty queen
with just a tee and some jeans

She could be what I have been asking for,
she could be what she is and more

She could be one in a billion,
she could be mine and I am a champion

She could be beautiful without even trying,
she could be - or maybe she is - my everything.

I have sides to me as
Dark as the
Devil. I deal with
Demons like
Drugs;  

Always dropping
One, adopting
Another.
Don't dream of
Me. Keep the light
On.

My heart rooms
A thousand angels.
They love you as
One. Don't be blown
Too far away by the

Wind of their wings
Keeping my feelings
Afloat.

To be human is to be
The good kind of evil
Or opposite.

All shades, all colours,
Tutti Frutti; aeons of
Flavour.

All that matters
Is the honesty with
Which you embrace
Your own multitudes.

Both feet in Hell, head in
The Heavens,
One hand on either side
Of your heart; keeping
You safe from extremities.

You will cry. Oh, you'll
Cry, looking around
To see if anyone else
Has ever felt as loved,

As guarded.
Carried by angels,
Protected by demons,
Kept warm by the man
Who tamed them
All for
You.