My loyalty seems to run too deep
Unfortunately for the wrong people.
But, my loyalty is so pure and innocent
That we could be fighting
Over the same problem for weeks
Or maybe months and honey,
I would still stay by your side.

I'm being faithful to nothing,
to a memory,
to the ghost of what we never had.
But letting someone else sleep under these sheets,
hold me like you did,
feels like betrayal.
So I rather go to bed alone,
       cover my body with your shirt,
                and if I try hard enough I can still smell you in it,
than let anyone else erase with their touch the prints of your hands.

Don't say a word because it's written all over your face,
Far too long have you been stuck in this desolate place,
Its ok I know trust me I've been there before,
And all I use to do was knock on the door,
Wondering and waiting for anyone to answer,
Plagued by stress negativity was my cancer,
I don't regret a thing because the dark made me see the light,
And being wrong for so long helped me get my mind right,
The grip of depression isn't as tough as it appears,
You drive your own life so why don't you steer?
There is a way out just think postive and love,
Then suddenly comes a sign from above,
You are not a lost cause or a loser, never was,
I wish I was there now so i could give you a hug,
You try and you try and still you can't do,
Sometimes you can't believe this is really you,
Well I tell you it's not, relax and you're not alone,
We are all just trying to follow the bread crumbs home,
And you'll always beable to find a friend in me,
Your own true beauty is what I can't wait for you to see,
Don't give up yet I know you can find a way,
And just know I'll be here to help untill that faithful day!

The peace pipe that has
two sides -

zoom the monsoon clouds,
summertime-bizarre.

Choices,
pieces of the peace puzzle:

Biblical, them both.

Pasts alive in
binocular introspection.

Smoking the hashtag#, now:

A hundred colour
abominations around.

Comrade, policeman,

look, our
daughters go abducted.

The last rain is dying
and the heat soars again:

Wand-love or rod-fear:

It's a battle of the faithful
in a heathen heathen world.

*#hash's so-sixties.