To love one so perfectly made
is to surely face heartache.
To look in lovely chocolate eyes
is a vow I must truly take.

I must bath in her love
In perfection I surely wade
I am hers and she is mine
our bond; eternity is laid.

Oh, to tarry with her for eternity more
is a vow I must truly take

My Love does not come from you
It is given in spite
I will love you always
no matter what our plight

You have no control over me
no actions can undo you
I must Love you forever
Even if your feelings unglue

I must forgive
I must give my whole
I cannot stop
I understand my role

Passion burns within me
like the embers of a
thousand suns

my parents would **** me

but

his soft smooth skin slowly
wraps around me like a
sensual snake

OUR HEARTS RACE AS ONE

I would eat from the tree
of knowledge if it
wanted me

my parents will **** me

but

what colors are
painted across his in
The Art of Passion

I can still smell the lustful intentions of your cologne
in the shirt you once wore.
I regret all the meaningless battles
of a couples war.

I know you will soon be
back inside my arms.
but the voices inside of me
scream with jealous alarms

I argue with the lies
inside my head;
I know one day
we will be wed...

I cry as I kiss the ghost
of you in memory.
I know our love binds and distorts
in tearful symmetry.

Those fantasies that thrill you
the blush burns on your face
only when the reality hits you
and the feeling fades away

You could wish upon a thousand stars
except the chance is one in a million

if only it was as easy as a dream
if only it was reality
not just a stupid fantasy

When lies make it better
but make it burn worse

when friendship denies you
true comfort and safe

Where trust is planted
doesn't always make the flower grow

compassion and belief
shrink and die beneath the snow

defeat controls you
and that final feeling of loss

the dryness of feelings
too dry for tears

heaviness of heart
ache in mind

what would you do?
when you loose your step?

A pair of converse
Simple enough
Ratty and torn
Lying on the ground
Missing half of a shoelace
Holes near the toe

In some eyes tattered and trash
To others it is a statement of love,
But also caution
A step into the highly guarded soul

White dotted lace lines
Swerve and curl along the sides
As if they were the life lines of a palm
With each turn bringing one closer to its memories and tales

If only our shoes could talk...what would they say?

Listen closely