You could be her.
I could be him.
You could be I
and I could be him.
You could be him
and I would be I.
You could be you
and I could be her
and you could be I
and I could be you
And him could be her
and her could be him.
Her could be I.
I would be her
you would be you
and him could be him.
Him could be me
while I is you
and her is her.
Him could be her
and you would be I.
I would be you
and her him again.
But you are you.
He is he.
She is she.
and I am I

I shed a tear for you
It hit the desk with a gentle tap
A tiny pool glistens on the wood
A brief testament to my thoughts
The longing for your presence
Your touch your smile your eyes
Your soft hair and your soft skin
Pale and smooth, like fresh cream
Your seductive face, so wild and so mysterious
Your hair crosses your face and you smile
That sneaky smile laden with ****** energy
These are the things I miss right now
But I will miss more the more I think
And I will shed a tear for those thoughts of you
As soon as they cross my mind
But the small sparkling p0ol on my desk
Is spawned only for that single thought
But more are sure to follow
For I have many thoughts of you
And I think them every night

Alcohol, disappointments and tainted heart to hearts,
everyone is there most beautiful, when dying in your arms,
They show you everything in them that you never got to know,
the scars, the charms the love that burns and desecrates their soul.

I never saw you pass by, or noticed you were there,
You've jumped up in my memories but I never seemed to care,
You know everyone around me and have touched there lives somehow,
you've blessed them with your beauty, which never shone on me 'til now.

Sadly though it seems to shine much brighter than it should,
my eyes grow tired and tearful and I'd remove them if I could,
they see things in you they shouldn't and they burn shut when I stare,
who knew that in my distracted state that you'd be standing there?

And now I lie down wondering, if it has really come to this?
I knew that it ignited ever since our first meaningless kiss,
But it grew beneath and showed itself when you **** near broke my heart:
Because you are at your most beautiful, when you're crying in my arms.

The mist obscured my view,
I couldn’t see anything but my hands.
The air was breezy and cool
And I had goose bumps on my arms.
Although my sight was blurry,
I could see the EYES
of the woman with fury.
She stared at me, without eyes,
but I knew she was looking at me.
I could sense her sight.
She was hungry for them.
I could see why she was furious.
All this time she had been a part of them
And yet she had been starved.
Starved of the reality she couldn’t see
without the EYES.
Starved of the world
around her.
Stripped…
of the beauty…
within her.

I know i shouldn't say this,Cause, really, i am blessed,

But why did god, postpone our meeting,

While pairing off the rest?,

I know we met eventually,

But i cant help but moan,

For all the years i lived without you,

Let's waste no more time,

"Come home",

Leave me to my lonely pillow.
Go, and take your silly posies
Who has vowed to wear the willow
Looks a fool, tricked out in roses.

Who are you, my lad, to ease me?
Leave your pretty words unspoken.
Tinkling echoes little please me,
Now my heart is freshly broken.

Over young are you to guide me,
And your blood is slow and sleeping.
If you must, then sit beside me....
Tell me, why have I been weeping?