my feet don't carry me to you
i get lifted by my soul all the way
leaving my breath to fight it's way to my lungs
and these eyes to die when tracing your cheeks
i die everyday when you're away
and have my after life when i see you
for you're an angel by definition
a pure charge for my recovery
opening me up to a flood sighs
with every way you treat my skin
that sails deep like you found my heart..
speaking a language i wasn't taught
but i found when we collided..
i found when you brought me back to life
..my angel

you have to say it somehow
because if you don't
it will sneak out of your ways
through a keyhole at your door
it will scream out in the streets
when bursts from within your ways
for actions speak louder than words
best you say out
than it finding a way out
through your ways
..speak

Take your time.
Please don't rush.
Sleep on it
if you must.
Don't decide
based on lust.
'Cause, if you do,
I'll be crushed.
So take your time
and please don't rush.

I need to know
that you stopped
and put in
some decent thought,
listed the pros
and the cons,
weighed the rights
and the wrongs.

Give this decision
thought and time
even if you don't
change your mind.
You hold my life
in your hands:
all my dreams,
all my plans.

Take your time.
Please don't rush.
Sleep on it
if you must.
Don't decide
based on lust.
'Cause, if you do,
I'll be crushed.
So take your time
and please don't rush.

we took a shower together
it was fun feeling you slimy
and gripping into your wet hair
with your provocative chest in my control
i was passing these hands
upon your lower back
placing fingers between your lines..
you kissed me..felt like you missed me
those lips with no make up
could be my favorite flavor
..we took a shower together
we should do it again

i guess you didn't know i write about you
i love doing it..
because i live doing it..
your eyes meant a perfect story to my world
you showed another way to understand my heart
it beats and it works..for you
so if it hurts
or if it lasts
i'll still write about you anyway

this in unfair
but it's what i have to bear
plastic music
supports my days of shame

the way up
is not as bad as the way down

people are magic
but feelings are tragic
i'm knowing less today
cause i believed falsely

"do you love me?"
         i said yes
   because i like you
and afraid to lose you
..this happens all the time
but, i'd make love to the whole world,
        if it was morally acceptable..
        for you were not any special
you were just closer than everyone else
and if i had said...
  "i don't love you"
we wouldn't have made love..

..that's just my way
across this town