tangents as i peel my tangerine
stranded when you leave the scene
running up the walls, painting the town green
artificial natural, warped reality
plethora of predators creep on me
sneak a peek, steal my peace
perception the weapon of my enemy
your glance is cold and it stings
my words are paper to a fire
to escape i needed to lose everything

Many things going on around you.
Clothes hang on chairs, littered
Like valves of the heart hang
By cords in diastole
Waiting for blood
What do you care about?

I have too many clothes.

A gift that be cherished,
By ye heart.
Love my dearest,
Is a true art.

Love is a gift.
A gift given from above.
Whether it be God, the sky.
No one truly knows.

It teaches us how to express,
To feel.
All the emotions that we hold,
Inside our walls of steel.

Love is a beat away,
Like the beat of a drum.
It moves your heart,
To a plethora of soul.

Love is a gift,
That is trusted by many.
Young and Old,
It keeps us alive to seek.

Though your heart may break,
It may be crushed by envy,
Always remember Love.
It is most true,
To it's meaning.