i feel ******
i feel chucked in the corner
of your well intended lies
i feel used
confused by the trail of what
used  to be your imprint on my heart
stupid me should have known from the start

now you all ******* wrapped up in my soul
suppose u reached you goal
so like the last cube in the ice tray
i get washed away by the warm waters
of your misguided passion

and now the chase is over
as u discover you have me
wet like October rains
but winter draws nigh
and cold winds wont shy
from lashing u

so have a nice life
cuz i refuse to feel ****** and
chucked in the corner
of your misguided lies

I hope that
When she finally says yes
And the thrill of pursuing ends
You sigh
And twist and turn in your bed
Allowing yourself to accept
She will never love you
Like I can

I hope
When she finally holds your hand,
With a dull pain in your heart
That slowly transfers through your veins
And spreads to every joints, every cell
You realise
She'll never appreciate your warmth
Like I can

I hope
When she finally kisses you,
In that moment of heavenly bliss,
Your body pulls back alarmed
The love, the breathlessness you got used to
Is no longer there
She will never crave for you
Like I can

I hope
When she reads her favorite poetry to you
You wonder if it is Still you
Who I'm writing about
And with a reluctance your mind realises
She can not lure you into traps with her words
Not like I can

I hope
When you look into those eyes
Their color similar to yours
But not even a pale representation of the feelings mine held
Oh boy,
Maybe you'll carry this burden with you
In your grave
Cause she will never love you
Like I can

Fear tries to *******
Love descends to make amends
Embrace it I will

I am so sorry for what I have done to you.
From the on and off starving,
and to the horrible food I eat,
and even all the way back to a year ago
when I tried my hardest to cut open my veins.
I would like to apologize to my body,
Because I know I'm worth so much more than that.
I'm beautiful,
And it's about time for me to treat myself
like I am.

i want to unlock the gates
behind which you hide
i want to see whats behind those eyes
i want to dance within your walls

i want to unlock you

i want to see your inner child
fragile, weak, mild
i want to see you run and prance
and watch the child in you dance

i want to unlock you

Place where what you believe and what you do take separate roads
Atrophy of the mind... consuming confusion condemns
Ready to rear its ugly head
An anamoly by definition; it does not fit like
Darwinian Judeo-Christianic fanatacism, gay priests, holy ******
Only making sense in reality but never in theory
Xray her mind and you may find a holy ** hoping He'll heal her

history...
herstory..
whose story?

they say we've come along way
from burden to freedom
from lesser to equal

but sad to say
in our struggle
we lost the beauty of woman

where are the ladies?

where are they who walk with pride
not because of the swing in their stride
but cuz of the power of their minds?

where are the ladies?

who refused to sell themselves short
for the vanity of flesh
and the lust of the eyes?

where are the ladies?

don't be confused
the beauty of a woman
was never found
in her *****
or her grooves

its the soul of a woman
fragile... strong...
soft... strong...
wise... strong...

oh how Eve groans
we've sold our birth right
in the name of ambition
sold our souls to break tradition...

where are the ladies?