I am here
For you
How shall I help?

What type of balsam do you want?
Sweet injections for your ego?
Or bitter sirups for your soul?
Or maybe an operation in your mind?

But an amputation of your sorrows?
I am not qualified for that!
You have to bear the pain
Pain killers will **** you
Let the feelings sore on
Rot
And fall off

I shall collect them
And throw them away
To the dogs of forgettable times
And the snakes of ellsuive memories

Let them feast
They are hungry
For smelly things

You limp away
And move on
For love can grow again

This sunset reminds me of a story which has no beginning, nor ending but it was a story
lots of words were written with souls
two damaged souls dying to be together
but they were never together, never was, never will be
their hopes became dust
fly through the air
gets into their lungs
choked

You picked me up when I was low,
You took me higher than I’d flown,

But how was I to know,
You would only to let go,

Let me fall so deep,
Then leave me to weep,

Take me so high,
Knowing it was a lie,

Leave me in pain,
Its happened again,

Made me trust you,
Only to brake it,

Told me you loved me,
Only you faked it.

He fell in love with the wrong girl.
He's never going to know.
His lips burn a thousand degrees.
And hers are made of snow.


They came to an agreement
To keep things on the low.
But together they're a tall rose bush
That's never going to grow.


They winded up the river
Racing against the flow.
Taking breaks between kisses
To row.

He looked at her
Like he was waiting for the wind to blow.
She couldn't bear to see him like this.
She had to let him go.

I am a work in progress
a public draft
often edited
for the wrong reasons
by the wrong  people
with the worse grammar

-Custodio