i speak love in
conundrums, map
my innuendo into
casual conversation,
drench my words in
a pool of duality to bait
raw instinct—all in hopes
of catching that double-time
flicker of the eyelid over
dilating pupils: the mark
of a fatal blow, the lightning strike
of confusion, the green light
signal that the games may begin.

The sonata streams, soars through the starlight                      
I play you my songs, but still you can’t hear
My music used to woo you toward the right
Yet now my notes don’t carry far, I fear
The love between us is a one-way street
I pray that you’ll see me in a new light
The lack luster of my eyes breaths defeat                              
What I wish for should not be such a fight
And then, for an instant, I see you smirk.                                  
And then, the crows feet of your eyes wrinkle.
And then, I feel confidence start to work.
And then, I try to make your eyes twinkle.
               My feelings pour into sweet honey’d tongue.                
               Your giggles in my ear, forever rung.

Hy sweetheart, stop
cryin' like a child
I know, what I did was
really so wild
I couldnt have bitten
your lips
I went mad when
I was feelin' your kiss
Oh god, Im really
such an Idiot
I made those cute
eyes to melt
You are the
queen of my heart
I promise, I will never
let you hurt
Baby, come closer
and close your eyes
Lets end our romance
with a hot kiss!
----de3pak

I miss you darling
like a dark night..
missin' the moon light!
Let me be your anklets
so that, we can walk
together
Let me be your bangles
so that, I can see you
in different angles
Let me be your earings
so that, I can hear
all your secrets
Let me be your lipstick
so that, I can always
have
a lick
Let me be your tattoo
so that, I cant
leave yoo
I miss you darling
like a dark night
missin' the moon light!
----de3pak

If you ask my friends what I've become
They'll start singing song lyrics
"Tried to find you t the bottom of a bottle, laying down on the bathroom floor"
"You're gone and she's gotta stay high, all the time, to keep you off her mind"
And by God they wouldn't be wrong.
I've taken up these habits and made them my own
Creating my own personal bubble that's headed straight for hell
I'm not saying what I've become is all your fault
But you certainly contributed to my status.
My chain smoking, my drug use, my increased alcohol consumption
My need to drive dangerously fast, stepping into traffic, my laying on blacktops
To everyone I know, it's as if I'm certainly flirting with Death
And I guess its true
And I'm not taking 100% of the blame
Some of it is on you.

I like that thing you do with your tongue.
What do you call it?
Speaking?
Yeah, I dig it.