To all the men
I've lost my heart to.
The stories I would tell.
I'd love to write scenarios
Of church ringing bells.

Innocence gleam my eyes.
Wanting to meet my perfect guy.

Petrified, mortified the feeling of losing
myself. My whole body melts. The thoughts of suicide glides my inner eye.
Thinking I'd die.
A soul filled with lost souls looking for my match.
I'm attached to the thought of love.
That fear is undeniably deliciously terrifying. Soul prying sound of a echo of silence. I'm alone hold me close. Dip your fingers in my ghost. Tell me your one desire. So I can light you on fire. Passion so tragically undeniably unreliable. Lust fills the air. In despair I think did I ever really love you.