The snow is falling softly and lightly on my skin.
Covering me in the most purest of whites.
leaving me there with my arms reaching for the sky.
Palms trying to grasp the purity of it all.

Jack walks down the streets
without a care in the world.

All the girls who haven’t had
*** for the longest time crave
for the lust that lies beneath his
made in America denim jeans.

But he doesn’t care, cause he’s
already done them all.

Why can’t I be as beau as Jack,
who sways all the ladies with
just the presence of an effortless
mind.

Why can’t I be as beau as Jack,
is it cause of the way he slightly
tilts his shades that makes all the
the young pretty girls *******
wet.

He is the most desirable prize to ever
walk down the streets in the eyes of girls
that tread headless without knowing
how much of an ******* he really is.

Being beau must be pretty tough…

I met her I knew
I was going to be entranced by her.

I knew we were going to share
our first kiss.

I knew we were going to share
the most intimate moments of our lives.

I knew we were going to share
the happiest memories together.

But

The moment I met her I knew
we would eventually part our ways.

Exchanging goodbyes too somber to forget...

This love of mine lies to me.

"Love the girl that has never been loved..."
It whispers to me when I sleep.

"Say that you love her..."
It whispers to me when I sleep.

"Never forget her...
It whispers to me when I sleep.

This love of mine quenches it's thirst with lies.
Loveless lies of mine...
*(sigh...)

You.

I like you.

I like you so much as a matter of fact,

that I want to hold you close to everything that is dear to me.

**My heart, my soul and my insanity.

I write because of her
but
I also write to forget **her

Her warm lover's embrace,
the place I used to call home.