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Styles Jul 2018
Speaking words,
that can never be spoken,
sending a message,
that can never be said,
body language,
perfectly read,
the taste will last forever,
the flavor still fresh in my head.
Styles Apr 2018
Her beauty reads like a book;
                      Like a drug
                      eyes red, one-line,
                      hooked.
Styles Apr 2018
Open is her mind is,
as is her heart.
words spark intense interest
she plays her role, he plays her part.
she begs for his pardon
he spreads her apart.
Her flower opens wide
in the shape of a heart.
the depth of her depths
his length will soon know
Styles Apr 2018
Dripping with wetness
Tongue licking your wet lips
Drips dripping as his mouth slips
Your back curves as her waist dips
Sliding inside your precipice,
warm licks melt her core
his length stretch her sore
Soothing strong loathing
Between your legs; imploding
Fingers explore
tendons screaming
lions yearning for more
folds of flesh mesh
tongue swirling
in juices fresh
Fingers twirling
insides tense
destination distinguished
Styles Mar 2018
She was the prettiest storm
her pain reins over me.
I hail her still;
                        always will.
Styles Feb 2018
Love at first sight,
so plain to see.
You opened my eyes
to what was in front of me;
My Destiny.
Tøast Feb 2018
We listened to songs and smoked in our happiness.
We wrote warmth into poems and cuddled at night.
Your smile was contagious, but now it's all gone.
Because the flowers have died, and the petals are sharp.
Theyll never smell as sweet without you by my side.
Styles Feb 2018
I wear the scars of our love
like the tattoos of a lost warrior.
On my heart; their weight
impeding my decisions.
My mind; clouded with visions
in the future we envisioned.
My skin; crawling with emotions
That tear at my flesh.
Solely we'll be missing you.
My soul;
split into two pieces
for its whole life me
the prisoner of true love
held captive in my own prison.
Tøast Feb 2018
Well, we walked and we talked and,
You said we were better off alone.
But these words will mean nothing,
When I'm sitting on my own.

A memory of a memory,
Echos threw the darkness
Of his head.

And as the pain will come back,
He'll replace you with drugs instead.

The doctor visits broke me
And the hospital stayed in my head,
But they said sorry son there is no cure for a broken heart
Or messed up head.

So he sits and he waits dreaming of
Memories from a life he never had.
He never had.

Well the shouting and the fighting
Drew us far apart.
But you will always be special,
Like a sunrise for my heart.

Coz he wrote this on a bus,
While he was dreaming of you.
Coz all the flowers have died,
But the memories still remain.

The petals turned to knives
As they cut through his happiness

And destroyed his self-esteem,
Leaving scars where he went.


So he sits and he waits dreaming of
Memories from a life he never had.
He never had.

Well now he sits in a puddle
Of whiskey, tears, and drinks
To forget the one he loved
The one that he loved.

He spends his time,
Writing love songs for no one else to hear,
But these words will dig deep and then disappear.
Oh, disappear.
This is actually a song myself and a friend worked on together and is live on sound cloud if you are interested in checking it out? https://soundcloud.com/user-460437822/memories-from-a-life-he-never-had
Styles Jan 2018
To my eyes;
   expose your privacy
   and lets see
   if we can keep it private
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