I can be your Vastile
In your carefully contrived Bastille
While you can accompany me as my Anax
Lovely as the prefix and the syntax
I live in my own world but I'll gladly live like that with you
A world with two
Is better than one
In the future
When one fleets away
Somebody can keep it one
I think I like it that way
Something deeper than us
Who is really making a fuss?
They just don't know
But I can't blame them.

If you're going to be with me
I'll make sure you have security
I'm not letting you fall apart
I'm not letting you go without
I'm not going to let you suffer
I'm not letting our video buffer
Over and over again like these other people

You can run out of all the richest resources on this planet
And still be rich
Because when I have something like you
I'm still very wealthy
Your soul is more than gold
Your influence will never get old
I want to grow old
With you
I want to be my thoughtfully ***** minded self with you
Maybe its normal
But I have to admit it
Or else I'd feel like I'm lying to myself when i think I'm not
I want to strike gold
By having your hand to hold

I can stay alone and be just fine
But if God can send me an Angel
That's would be more than fine
That would be the absolute best
Thing that can ever happen
To someone like me

My heart
Belongs to you
My mind and soul
Belongs to me
Your mind mind and soul
Belongs to you
Your life comes first
To mine
When we're connected
You will come first
To quench the thirst
The hunger
That humans innately have

I don't mind
Having a grind
I should take pride
Knowing i can be inside
Something as magnificent as you

Just tell me what you want, that's what i'll do
Don't come too soon
I want it to be like a monsoon
You make me high like a balloon
I want to feel that high
All the time
I want to have my head belong
In between your thighs.

Sometimes, Home
Is where the heart is.

Sometimes, Home
Is just the home itself.

Sometimes, Home
Is stuck in our minds.

Sometimes, Home
is a memory.

Sometimes, Home
is a person.

Sometimes, Home
can you get homesick.

Sometimes, Home
is a significant other.

Sometimes, Home
is a person who doesn't know you exist.

Sometimes, Home
is where they are.

Sometimes, Home
is their heartbeat.

She's got the looks
In desperate need of a Rook
To help fend off the Men who will use her
Because she's been used one too many times
And God i don't know many times
I can say this
But she's not an object you inept bag of bricks
She has feelings, a heart, a sharply intelligent mind
Girls like her are hard to find
She deserves more than the past, it's pretty apparent
Hopefully someone transparent
Will come along
And treat the crown jewel for the value it's worth
And not undermine it.
If i was any one of the men she was with
I'd be lucky as hell
Picking up the pieces where they fell
And be there for her like no one else
I'd grab her hand with mine
Look her in the eye
And tell her it will be alright