Walking yet stagnant
Humble yet arrogant
Living but with regret
is your life really that set
Allow us to query

Is the womb really that scary?
Where is the world concerned?
Beginning feels less fearful, when you're holding my hand
When the world sees an outsider, you hold me, you understand
I thank the stars we made it thus far; this victory feels earned

Jokes are a hole that the truth seeps through...
Lies are a delicate poison
You choose transparency and remain true
Yet the world left you unchosen
Small loses that I'm sure burned
Looking for something that we all yearn
A sweet release from war by a soldier
Be the soldier your killer or savior, you'll be free from anguish
Looking back at it, do you feel like you earned your wish

I see your hazel eyes, swimming in a brown sea
I gaze at your chocolate skin, wishing I could be
Just a centimeter of who you are, and see how far
I could make it in your shoes, and choose you all over
Again, and again

Wanting what's within that comb is a dangerous venture
Bees’ stings, honey badgers and insurmountable height .... tasks only found on a dangerous endeavor
Yet....I can't make it as for as you did.... tasting you, which is too sweet and dangerous for most, makes me feel like a Cheater in nature
Allowed to be yourself you let me, a soldier, drink the sweet honey guarded by the bees
Unworthy
ill experienced
but you’re my thrill, you gave me my fill

A future hope for a better present
But there couldn't be a better present than you
Granting a wish only few could dream of...
Being better than those before and after