She is perfection,
Wrapped in an enigma.
With passive aggressive undertones,
Shrouded by brilliance.
She is the dew on morning grass,
So thick and hard headed.
Molasses filled blood stream,
Slowing her heart to a crawl.
She is everything I want,
Hazel eyes filled with tears.
Looking for a way out,
Walking away from the world.
She is,
No longer mine

Why do I care so much,
When I feel as though I've moved on?
I've found someone better,
Someone who will give me the time of day.
But why do I care,
Why do I try?
Love and be loved,
I love and get nothing.
Not an ounce,
Not a drop.
I'm better off alone,
Forever alone

When you lay your head down,
Do you see me as you close your eyes?
Hear my voice,
As you drift off into slumber?
Am I your knight,
Your prince charming pursuing your rescue?
Take your leap from the tower,
I will be there to catch you.
Fight for you,
Even though you'd never ask

Lust for a taken woman.
Wanting to unleash my carnal desires,
Ravaging her softly.
Willing to sin,
Corrupt a friendship.
Destroy lives.
I am no longer myself,
Giving in to the flesh.

She stand before me,
Skin caressed by the soft moon light.
Her hazel eyes,
Dancing like the stars above.
Mesmerizing,
Electrifying.
This beautiful woman before me,
Is everything I have longed for.
She stands within reach,
All I have to do is reach as well

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.