I can take a breath
but can't live my life
I am confused I am dead or alive

I have lots of things to do
will you please give some rest
I am now too tired
will you please clean up my bed

I want to see the moon
the clouds are dark
now its going to rain
can I now see it clear

I have lots of dream
will you please give me prefect night
I need to see my dreams
will you please make me alive

I want to.
I really want to.
But I can't,
I can't get you out of my head.
And that's frustrating,
That simply freaks me out.
Because my thoughts are all about you,
You,
You,
And you.
And that makes me sick.
I don't like it,
I don't like how you have so much power in me.
But I can't.
I tried.
But I can't.
I can't get you out of my head.
My brain can't forget something that still has a place in my heart.

Is it appropriate,
To tell you I love you.
To tell you,
Just how fast you make my heart race.
To explain,
The feeling of butterflies,
And the tightness in my chest.
May I say,
How perfect it feels
To be wrapped up in your arms.
Or should I keep this,
My little secret.

I could say what is cliche
"Our bodies tangled,
In crimson silk sheets.
Hearts and bodies joined as one.
Passion and love.
Climaxing together,
In sweet unison.
Forever mine."

Or I could say the truth
"Heart pounding,
Mind numbing
Lust.
Moaning,
Screaming,
Begging for more.
Nails digging into your back,
Sweat,
Want,
Need.
Swallowing every drop,
Like a good girl should.
Mine for tonight."

Master.
One simple word,
but it means so much more.
You are my master,
And me your pet
your slave
your *****.
The things you do to me..
I cant help but want more.
Push me down
Tie me up.
Tease me until I beg.
Please, please.
Oh god please **** me master.
I need you,
I crave you.
Please master.

You’re the painter
and
I am the canvas

You mix blues
and purples
into my skin

Your brushes
are the fists
of a flawed
childhood

I am the pale canvas
of
love

I am patient
as your anger
swells

I wait for
your artwork
to form along
my skin

This is sick
I know
But all I can
say is

“Paint me
and
Make me beautiful” -DDF

She loved when they
made love
and her heart
would peak

She loved the kisses he
planted upon her
cheeks

She loved the lazy
afternoons spent
in the Sunday
sheets

She loved the hands
that could make
her high
without any measure

She made no mention
of
her guilty pleasures

With each day she
would have never
guessed that
he would make her
pay

The bruises he left
were contradictions
to the kisses he
had once planted

The lazy afternoons
were filled with screaming
and *** without
love

But she stayed

She stayed

Why did she stay?

-DDF

Happiness, I was always told,
is not bought

But I’ve spent a
million days trying
to save for it

I sold the laughter
of my childhood
for less than a dollar

Each piece of my
heart went for a
quarter

The smiles of love
were the only thing
I kept

But I will sell that
for another
glimpse of
happiness

Everything has a price. -DDF

My empty feelings and My empty thoughts
My cold veins and My cold heart
The broken bones and The broken scars
The lonely roads and The lonely stars
Everything so Fragile
The bleeding tears
Coming from our eyes
The empty, cold, and lonely souls

It's beautiful
How empty we are
Still existing
Hanging by a thread

We **** for love
And love to ****

We are the empty, cold, and lonely souls
Stuck in my empty feelings and empty thoughts
Wrapped in my cold veins and my cold heart
Shattered in the broken bones and the broken scars
Walking on the lonely roads
Watching the lonely stars

It's beautiful
How empty we are