With how tired I am,
I am not amazed with how uncomfortable this chair is.
Countless men proposed, yet I chose,
The one who would break my back with house chores.

I should have thought more.
I could have thought more…
I should have listened to my mother.

These wooden floors are hard and cold,
My hair is shedding, and I feel old.
The colours on this glass window,
would they fade in time to reveal,
what is false and what is real?

My heart is bursting.
It is of no consequence.

What is the benefit of looking out the window at my shattered youth?
The view is dreary,
And I am growing more and more weary.

Lord, relieve this sore.

Embarked my usual train of thought,
raging hormones fight fiercely to win.
There you are now, vividly brought,
in pure thoughts full of sin

Tossing & turning in bed,
a typical lustful insomniac.
Tearing my blanket, pulling on a thread,
and watching the ceiling like a maniac.

I stare in empty spaces,
anxiously awaiting you now.
I'm going mad with your perfume traces.
I even smell it on my dress, I don't know how.  

I lay there restless for a while,
until i hear your voice.
You walk through the door to serenade me to sleep
I say "touch me." and you like that choice.

Bite me, I love when a lover misbehaves.
Breath me in the midnight heat.
Crush on me like the strong Pacific waves.
Come closer, come sense my heartbeat.

Sleep deprivation. We argue.
Over a lovers' argument,
You say "A million times I love you"
I say "Your love, is my lifetime accomplishment"

You lay a kiss, ever so adorning.
Slip into your dream as I slip into mine
and when we make it to the next morning
then darling I guess that's a good sign.

Your arrogance,
your pride.
The tyranny you hide.

Your fashion sense and flair,
That bracelet that you wear.

Your scent,
your taste,
your fingers,
slipping along my waist.

Vanilla blooms and smoke.
Reach to my back,
Stroke.

You're touching,
you're staring,
you're teasing,
you're daring.

Look at me,
smile.
You're deviant,
I'm vile.

You're "fourteen" steps ahead,
I'm "twenty" back instead.

My mind grows thoughts,
to win..
Thoughts of you,
and thoughts of sin

Bits of blond here and there,
Beauty marks everywhere..

I catch up.
Do you feel it?
My body aches,
reveal it.

Sheets of white,
shaking

A war; the love we are making.

More scratching.
A few lustful silent breaths.
Louder screaming.

My long blue nights
of dreaming.

Now I'm only left
with a trace,

of a four stroke letterface.

They're everywhere I go:
"Gush", "star", and "no"

Words that repeat,

resound.

I'm bound.

Seven sins,
for all mankind

I commit less,
I'm left behind.

You're indifferent,

you're blunt.

I was just a new hunt.

What's "innocent"?
What's "safe"?

Mere letters made me cave.

Mere letters can't define.

I'm more than an "aging wine".

More talking..

I stare.

Confusion,
everywhere.

Irrelevance,
contradiction,
and pouring waterfalls of speech.

Unstable souls should not preach.

Confusion splashed across the wall
Confusion took its toll.

And now after all,
It's either a fall,

Or a continuous reach.