Caramel apple, lemon lime
As sweet as it was, we committed a crime
We were as one, but only in my mind
Beautiful sinner, with a love so divine
Vivid memories of our better times
Roam my every thought. By love I was blind
Guilt mixed with distance created the signs
Of our inevitable and painfully heartbreaking decline
You were the right person, just at the wrong time
Presented with a plank, we walked that straight line
We sank together slowly, your hand in mine
Yet as I drowned in sorrow, you made it out just fine

You sure have a way with moisture.
Your ability to make me cry
From my eyes, from my lips
From my heart, from my hips
Never ceases to amaze me.
As the rain commences outside of my window,
You create a storm inside my bed.
And as you hold me tightly afterward,
You create a storm in my head.
Where the thunder triggers passion,
And the lightning strikes down doubt,
Where the hail inflicts pain,
And where no umbrella can help.
In a puddle somewhere near,
There’s a reflection of us two.
And with every sweet rain drop,
I lose a piece of you.

you're disappointed with me
       i avoid your eyes
                      knowing you're seeing the flaws
  and you're disappointed
          an awkward hug is called for
"i love you"s muttered
                        i don't think we're lying
    it's just flawed truth
and disappointment

You said you love me
You said you’re there
Times got rough
Then you disappeared

The voice faded
Your presence dissipated

Your love is no longer here

You said you’d never leave me
Nor forsake me
But here I stand
Without friend or foe
Completely alone

It rained yesterday.
I was out in the rain for a few hours.
I got soaked and freezing.

So right when I got home,
I ran upstairs,
And jumped in the shower.

At first,
I didn’t turn the water past warm.
But I was still cold.
So I turned the **** until it got hot.

I stood under the hot water for a while.
And then I stepped out of it
But instantly I felt a chill down my spine.
The air was cold.
So I leapt back under the water.
It was almost addicting
To stay under the water.

After I stood under the water for a bit,
It was like I got used to it.
My skin became numb to the warmth.

So once more,
I twisted the **** until it was hot.
This process repeated itself
Over and over and over again.

Eventually my skin turned bright red.
The red almost alarmed me.
But I was too addicted
To the heat to care.
I turned it up again.

It burned.
But it burned so good…

I turned it up to the maximum heat.
It felt like fire on my flesh.
I was consumed by the wet flame.
I rubbed my arm
And my skin peeled off.
My body was melting.
I became addicted to the heat
Even though it was killing me.

That’s how she makes me feel.

She makes herself present when you need her most,
not to boast, but this tasty delight will treat you well as she continues to host.
She doesn’t give herself away too much,
****, if it was up to me I’d cop more than a touch;
A squeeze, a whole late night session, to indulge in her taste of imperfections,
Eat her up til I obtain a dental infection.
Not my intention, but her silhouette alone breeds thoughts of sin,
what I would give, to have her all to myself, wouldn’t know where to begin.
Undress her slowly as she teases me,
And repeatedly, she teaches me to treat her with care and show some decency.
But I can’t concentrate, she has my mind in a figure-four,
I'm a carnivore, but she exposes her flesh and I want more and more.
Its all been done before, but in this moment I’m in bliss,
I reminisce, as I write this, and continue to lick her residue off my lips.
She brings so much variety, all of them eyeing me,
Which will I give into as I inspect each of them quietly.

Sometimes she comes bittersweet, sometimes she’s a freak,
But most of the time she’s in a bad mood cuz I just wana beat, or rather eat.
Our relationship is never bland, she always keeps it fresh and new,
If it gets monotonous she won’t even hesitate to bring a friend or two.
She keeps my hands full, and that’s no easy achievement,
But she brings so much to the table its hard to not fiend it.
My favorite color on her, has to be green, not to be obscene,
But I’d tear her up as if though she was in a different team, knowwhatimean?
And after that delight there wouldn’t be much of her left,
Not to be greedy but Im not sharing until I know there’s more to come next.
If not, I’m vexed, I mean, I’m not addicted but I wouldn’t mind another round,
That’s not being spoiled I just want to know what other delights could be found.
Don’t be selfish and sadden me,
give me a taste so I can eat you up casually.
Oh miss candy, you’re just too fancy,
let me get a grip and I’ll put you on the walls like Bansky.