You were stolen from me,
from under my nose,
I was not even looking,
I deserve it I suppose.
To think that I took you for granted,
having you by my side,
I used you as a source,
of my undeserved pride.
Now I have traveled to see you again,
and you lay next to me,
and I am free from this pain,
but to lose you soon,
would be blasphemy.
I will cut out the throat of any who come,
expecting to steal what I have won,
your heart is mine and I will keep it that way,
and with this love, your pain will allay.

Granting me one kiss,
places me in an eternal bliss,
reviving me like a flower in sunlight,
as it prepares me for my plight.
Life's plight which I face everyday,
as forces attempt to keep me at bay,
but the thought of you within my arms,
leads me to believe in life's charms.

But describing a kiss does not give you credit,
for what you have done to my soul,
this feeling is not something you can edit,
and without it my heart takes a toll.
And yet I cannot describe how I feel,
it is so much more than even-keel,
let me tell you my heart you did steal,
but on my end,
it is a pretty good deal.

As I lash out like a wave crashing upon the sand,
destroying the castles built by hand,
destroying moral like a warlord on a killing spree,
a nuclear explosion which no one can flee.
For nothing escapes my grasp,
as I am the infection which spreads so far,
choking your voice until it is merely a rasp.
Please remove me from your life,
as I am here only to cause strife,
like a cancer in your heart,
you can't quiet get out,
always wondering "when did it start?",
what caused this drought?

But do not fear,
for it is not your fault,
let me be clear,
I am like this by default.
So love me or leave me,
it is up to you,
but you can not change me,
for I am evil through and through.

I have a sickness,
which is contagious,
spreading with quickness,
which is outrageous.
Every person I look upon,
is struck with the feelings of hate,
soon these feelings will be gone,
as someone else carries this weight.
Is there a cure for what I feel?
Must i react with such zeal?

Fake it until you make it,
and you will go far,
you have done this "a thousand times",
in every bar.
You are an actor, governor, a poet,
and you know it,
Approach each boy and girl,
as if you are the shiniest pearl.
Some may notice your dull gleam,
but the rest will see you as a dream.
Fake it until you make it,
and success will follow,
the longer you go,
you will be less hollow.

I am a man,
who has no plan,
living life with the flow of the breeze,
swaying to the side from the smallest sneeze.
Yet I find happiness in every turn,
uninhibited by every burn,
because as I explore life's great wonders,
and learn from all my blunders,
I gain knowledge which I never knew,
and all of it leads me to you.

We act so original,
but are so abysmal,
stop with the dramatization of your woe,
there are so many like you, as we know.
It's pathetic the way in which we perceive ourselves,
different, charismatic, on an unheard of level,
but we are just another item on the shelves,
yet we continue to look in the mirror and revel.
Take a look out the door,
realize there is so much more,
to being a human being,
than fighting to be a king.
It does not matter how you are distinct,
or in what ways someone is the same,
by being human we are all linked,
and you are not better by gaining fame.