Crushed to death by these feeling of woe
my soul has no where else to go
I cannot take the heat in this can
nothing ever goes according to plan
slipped on someones banana skin
feel like my lifes been tossed in the bin
mouth is locked and cannot smile
so tired of going the extra mile.

When I imagine you.
You are not the you I see in reality.
In my dreams I see silky smooth skin.
I open my eyes and I see your burnt out fuse box grin.
Eyes shut and you have gorgeous eyes.
Eyes open and your wrinkles are enough to surprise.
My fantasy is nice flowing brown curly hair.
In real life your Hairdo has the capacity to scare!
Do I care?
No.
You are a dream out of sleep.
As....

Beauty is only skin deep!

Dancing flaming lips
Bite me.
Hands around my hips.
Hold me.
Don't sin. You're pure.
Respect me.
You love me. are you sure?
Give me honesty.

Our partnership is based on trust.
Built on solid foundations with a super solid crust!

Walls are the giants fingers.
Walking forward taking in air deep.
Let's make it coast to coast before we breathe our last and sleep.
To the afterlife we depart.
We float up to begin a new chapter albeit with a heavy heart.
Our timber framed bodies have been laid to rest.
Tear soaked rain beats against the faces of those we left behind.
Our souls encased by the loving arms of loved ones awaiting our arrival..
No more suffering.
No more pain.
Free spirits again.
Walls are the giants fingers lifting us up to other worlds.
We made it coast to coast.
Continuing to breathe deep.
Peace at last in the afterlife
Death be the cousin of sleep.

Her wings.
Heaven sent, cutting the air in a cross cross formation.
Partially attached, each as delicate as a snowflake, lighter than air.
Such wonderment can only be created in the minds eye.
Broken hearts lead to broken spells.
Heavy tears drop before curly wisps flutter and settle.
Replaced by the yearning of new found desire.
Her wings.