I want to tell you a secret

a chance to glimpse the truth


This heart of gold you see

the kindness, the care

the soft-spoken words

soaking away your despair


This heart does not intend

to bring you harm

but it will

So he treats you like ****
and I'm left to guess
as to why you still love him
Is it the fact that in spite
of his apparent disdain
for your wants and needs,
he still gives you
his undivided attention
for ten minutes at a time
at the end of the night?

What if our thoughts are completely out of our control, and we only think what's next in line based on the natural progression in our chemistry and the electrical impulses firing in our brain?

Could anyone be called a sinner?
Could you judge men's souls then?

Sorry I
clicked the X
instead of the heart,
but I can tell
from just the
top half
of your forehead
that it wouldn't
work out

Let's skip the
all-happy all-
the-time facade
I want to meet you
when one of us
is crying
and the other one
is high
Instead of
******* rainbows,
let's tell each other
stories
about those
we've left behind
And when
I make love
to you,
you'll know
what it means
to be known,
and I'll know
what it means
to be home

They've taken your scene
Chopped it up into pieces
And spliced them together
Rolling your head to the side
Biting your lip
A scowl
A smile
Blowing a kiss
Revealing a bit
Nostalgic music sets the tone
It's fun, but it's gone
As though you were mine
And these are the memories that remain
Of what was my best time

Christianity gave me a ferocious mind for calling ******* on the cliche wisdom of the world

The world gave me an unrelenting skepticism toward any kind of religious faith

Between these two gifts, everything's been taken away