I never asked to be held,
But it never stopped
The lines of my shadow
From caressing your silhouette.

-K. Moran

Raw meat on your silver plate.
Heavy fingers
caressing my bare flesh.
You cannot invite yourself
if you aren't welcome.
Then you used your
sticky, heavy and disgusting
thick fingers
to caress some more.
In my head  
broken people can only
create broken things.
So what if you created it  
you said while
everyone in the cinema
had melted hearts.
But this is no love story
more like horror.
For I would not bow
and you made me.

Expressionless...
The words that paint us.
The loss of words and the loss of feeling between each other is unreal.
Maybe we're not meant to be,
Maybe we're pushing for something that isn't real.
The lack of connection between our lives and our bodies.
Why can't we connect?
Both of our bodies decompressing to the sound of us.
Are we not real?
Are we something unimaginable?
The harder I push and the harder my body tries to be everything
We loose Everything...
Our souls are distant partners whose fates weren't meant to touch.
You're my imagination and I'm your lustful dream.
Take me to the place where our mind and bodies
Touch, Caress, and Embrace one another.
Sad to say Us is my wildest imagination.

You hold me in your arms and caress
My hair, I feel so soft as a feather, I grasp
At your short dark hair...so light and smooth.
Until you are kissing my neck, you move
Along so graceful, playful-wild-all that you do.
You hold me so close, I feel as if I am lost
In the world of natural love, like there is
A never-ending supply, gold from the skies above.

In time I am rocked back and forth between
The ebbing tide like a flow of water from the sea
Is holding me. It keeps me in a form of motion
Not unlike I am a boat and your arms are the sea.
Visuals aren't needed, this is all I feel and all I see.
We are sitting there in the green green grass,
It's a beautiful warm day, all sunshine and soft rain,
As if it was brought about from a world so divine.
We will forever be in this place...we'll always stay.
It's always 1989...always 1989...

green eyes and blue jeans,
lips like a mint dream.
crew necks and boxer briefs,
hands to touch me gently.
love me, love me,
hug me and hold me,
against your freckled cheeks;
don't ever set me free.

-a girl thats needy