don't take my hand and spin me around.
don't look at me with piercing eyes and tell me you think i'm beautiful.
don't sneak little kisses here and there.
don't make me feel wanted
Because I know that it means nothing.

I guess these words I write help rock my soul to sleep.
Peace. Tranquility. A humming buzz.
What force gets shifted to disturb these nice things?
Over rocks or a shot.
Maybe that's the start?
Maybe it's the way certain people make me cringe.
Maybe I need to get a better hold of this song.
Guide it through the sunny path.
Easy cruising.
Steady heart.

Listening and being aware of the sound waves penetrating the air.
Pulsating ear drums.
We are just complex beings, yet animals all the same.
Drinkin' bailey's.
Feeling just a tad bit blue.
With a half hearted smile.
Ice keeps melting.
Gleaming and crying too.
Apparently his name is Jeff.
But I wonder what the poet's mind is thinking now, feeling now, being now...
Is there anywhere to settle to that will rock the storm to sleep?
I'm told to give my everything away.
After all I'm already giving my physical being.

Love is what you want to see
projected through a person.
We can see a creep
or a smiling pair of crinkling sparkling eyes
approving of us with a gleaming smile.

The screams of agony that rattle my bones.
That ache even my own heart.
The point where I finally feel bad for what I did to myself.
The point where I say.
"There,you've learned your lesson now right?"