Take me.
All of me.
All at once.
No pain, not a tear.
A peaceful ending to what never was.

Its a sin without guilt.

Fresher than the spring,
even hotter than July,
is the bloom of new found love.

the butterflies,
the fluttering eyes,
only one person running through your mind.

It's no surprise they call it love.

It's the first date,
the first touch,
the first kiss, or the first hug.
A view at 2 souls intertwined.

What more is there to say?
Inseparable.

It's no surprise they call it love.

A yell; a raise of the voice.
A fear, a tear,
A smash; a loud noise.
A view at 2 souls and their lies.

It's no surprise they call it love.

It's hard to explain,
why does this happen?
It's a question I long to find an answer for.

All is perfect,
all is pure,
all is perfect.

A simple memory is all it takes,
to send me spinning off the tracks.
To set me ablaze like a forest in drought.
That's all it takes.

Even when I feel everything is well,
when I feel I have found someone,
when I feel a whole,
along comes a memory,
sending everything previously thought to hell.
Crumbling down like an ice berg,
leaving me breathless, under the weight of my thoughts.

Why must this happen?
I surely don't know.
Why must it happen?

Think of me when all is numb,
when silence overcomes all you have become.
Think of me then when you need it most,
when the sky is dull,
and all is but a ghost.
A shear memory of a smile,
now in your time of despair.

Faint, hollow, deep in your mind,
seeps the sound of my weeping sorrow.
How much I long for those days,
long gone and now a haze.
so familiar, yet so far away
is the time we first met and bid we'd never go to waste.

How do you do it?
How do you do this to me?
How do you manage to pull me in,
chew me up, spit me out.

How do you fool me?
Deceive me,
a guilty pleasure you are.

A way with words you have.
Manipulative,
twisting and turning my thoughts,
as those lips of yours run.

At the palm of your hand,
right where you want me.

Right where you had me.


And just as I think you've faded away,
up from the pit of fire you rise.
Slithering into my soul,
eating away at my heart.

How do you do it?

Lost at sea, a storm awakens.
The tides rise,
the odds are against me.

I hang onto our dear memories.
our laughter,
some solace.

Can you hear my cries?
As I give in to the still night.
The silence of it all,
as it ends.

Not a single sound.
Not a ripple in the ocean,
not a gust of wind.
Not a sound.

Our love was like a drop in the ocean.

Oh how you have changed.
How you have fooled me,
with your mask of lies.

You speak.
Venom seeping through my pores,
my being.

How you brought down my walls.
So silent.
Deadly you are.

Your lips.
Luring me into your trap,
sealing your plan with a kiss.

Your touch.
Desire; lust.
Hungry for more,
just not enough.

Trust you swore you grasped,
but were yet to gain.


Oh how you have changed.
How you have fooled me,
with your mask of lies.