I've always only been somebody's maybe,

never anyone's baby.

To others I've always been a mysterious lady,

they don't know I'm really cRaZy.

I've always been good at masking my sadness,

Now I seem really angry.

Once little miss sunshine,

Now I'm cold, they call me Shady.

I'm an artist
My canvas is my life
I'll make everything beautiful
Through even the pain and strife.
Because isn't it the worst of times
That we look back and see
The vibrant colors, stories to tell
Painting our lives brightly?
Reds of passion
Blues for pain
Yellows on the nice days
Keeping out the rain.
My favorite days are purple
Or perhaps maybe green
Days full of mystery
Or in a forested ravine.
But whether days are good or bad,
Black, green, blue or even plaid,
After all is said and done
My life will be an amazing one!

My dear friend, how is life treating you?
Do you still watch the stars every night like we used to,
Or do you watch the ceiling in the dark like I do?

My dear friend, how is life treating you?
Do you still hum tunes when you get bored,  
Or do you think of me like I think of you when the lights go off?

My dear friend, how is life treating you?
Do you still cruise down the streets like we did,
Or do you walk alone, like I do, hoping that our paths would meet?

My dear friend, how is life treating you?
Do you still smile as bright,
Or do you now have to hide?

My dear friend, how is life treating you without me?
I hope you're not falling apart like I am without you beside me.

The sweet, toxic smell of her perfume
like poisonous berries
seeps through my veins,
saturates my heart,
and floats in my memory,
like that last sip of wine
before the haze.
Rocking my inner being
and tickling my carnal sensations,
until my body is as awake
as my soul is.
Cradled in her lingering scent
until it wafts away as she does,
leaving me lifeless on the floor.

I used to be a night person, until I knew
I would see you every morning. You are better
than my caffeine kick, to get me through the day.
The other day, I told you that I
loved night time. Puzzled,
you asked me why. Little did you know,
It is because in my dreams, I am
always with you. You called the day,
gorgeous, which made me jealous. For I
will never be as beautiful as the morning sun,
that you love so much.

I fell in love with you in the midnight skies
You fell out of love with me in the sunlit sky
I am now the owner of my own darkness