No way to talk, when I meet you
No means to chat, when I see you
Throwing the hints every time
Needs you to understand any time
My stare is a proof of my affection
Your smile is an evidence of your love
But still boundaries are the separator
Social beliefs are the hindrance

Every morning I pray, I could see you
Every bus I take, I could reach you
Every step I walk, I could find you
Every word I speak, I could teach you
Yes, I am a teacher, you are not
Your curious eyes are cross on me
Your pompous walk is the hit on me
But still boundaries are the separator
Social beliefs are the hindrance

I fell in love in the wrong state of mind
I stared without looking
I fell without feeling
I dreamt without sleeping
Maybe it was the heartache
Maybe it was the alcohol
Maybe it was the grey smell of loneliness
Maybe it was the careless combination of all three
I don't remember now and I didn't care at the time
You looked at me the same way I looked at you
In that way that said nothing really mattered, none of
  it, and hell couldn't get any worse than this
So you took my hand and we left
And we went to places, ugly places
Areas not fit for the living or dead
And we danced without heartbeats
And we ****** without flesh, bones grinding
  in an empty abyss
And we got trapped in the lie of it all
And we did horrible things, horrible beautiful things
And we fell in love, with all the madness and the insanity
  and cruelty of it all
And it was the kind of love that lasts forever
That is until we both remembered that nothing really mattered

She was a carefree soul
in an uptight world
Just trying to fit in.
Looking for love
in all the right places
that's how her story begins

Her mama didn't want her,
Her daddy didn't know her,
so she ran away
Looking for love
in all the wrong places
as she does to this day

Men her daddy's age
Drug are all the rage
Disco *****, Stripper Poles,
Needles and Sin

Married at 18
seemed like the right thing
drugs, an abortion, then a baby girl.
Why she had me
I'll never know
I didn't fit into her world

She found love
in the form of a son
for a time it was enough
A walk with God
She claimed she was on
But satan called her bluff.

Many men, any age
Drugs are still all the rage.
Barstools, Stripper poles
Needles and sin

She left us
at an early age,
Teenage girl and boys times 2
Searching for happiness
in all the wrong places
is watch she HAD to do.

Being a mother
To my little brothers
We got through life ok.
Hoping and dreaming
wishing and praying
Our mother would find her way.

All these men, every age,
Ice is now all the rage
Sleepless nights, alcoholic life,
Needles and Sin

On the streets
is where she lives
druggies are her friends.
Countless ways
to try to save her
But there is no end.

Is this the life
she dreamt of having
All that time ago?
A beautiful daughter, two talented sons
and grandkids she'll never know.

Any man, whatever age
Homelessness all the rage.
Self deception, mind corruption
Needles and sin.

Everybody wants to be,
loved somewhere, somehow internally.

Everyone's trying with heart ,
To be so the same, or be so apart.

looking for love, in all the wrong places.
gliding through applications;
rejecting, accepting, based just on their faces.

Denying love ,
Defying love,
and simply not trying love.

but its tough to be loved in the this day and age;
because we judge people on how they look on a page.

Alas..

Everybody wants to be,
loved somewhere, somehow internally.

Body shaking
Heart racing
Mind scattered
Feeling dizzy
Need help
Can't talk
Go away
Can't walk
Pass out
Why not cry a little too

Hello my name is anxiety

You said I was beautiful
like a rose
And yesterday
I saw you tear every pedal
from a flower

(inspired by cute crazy's "unfair")*

I
  loved
    you
      for
        who
          you­
            are...

and
  you
    threw
      me
        away
  ­        for
            who
                
                  *I­  wasn't

Isn't it ironic how one can feel so lonely in a crowd of people?