I often dream of a faceless queen. We own a small apartment, we laugh, we drink, and spend our time creating art within the four walls of a small room on a large bed. We’d go out with the sole destination of adventure. Make memories together and build a bond never to be severed. I often dream of a faceless queen. One day I hope to wake up from this dream to a Queen, with a smile that’s not so faceless to me.
-Mikey the Poet
My only talent is breathing
Your only talent is leaving
Talent as leaving me
You stole my only talent
now I'm talentless
Yet a talent kept
a talent with pride you possess
You got quite a talent for leaving
I lost balance when you left
I lost talent when you left
I just wish you were leaving my breathe
But I'm a talentless mess
you're leaving with my talent
I just want one last breathe.
Mikey the Poet
There can be a bad hour
in a good morning
There can be a bad morning
in a good day
There can be a bad day
in a good week
There can be a bad week
in a good month
There can be a bad month
in a good year
I know sometimes we all go through
In those bad times we think we live
a bad life
But as our clocks tick and they wind
you'll look back on your life
Realizing that in life there are
But count up all of the
In your lifetime you'll realize that life is
full of bad times
But all those bad times don't add up to a
I cleansed myself of my bad habits.
I cleansed my lies with the truth.
Day by day our love fought, until year number two.
My fear of losing you was the roof,
Our lips met I wish they'd have stuck together like glue.
I was ready to take the leap to the deep oceans blue,
You opened the door just for me to walk through.
Saying the type of love I wish for isn't with you.
Desperate for company on my lonely walk home,
I lit a cigarette if only I'd known...
I thought cleansed my bad habits if only I knew,
To cleanse my bad habits I had to cleanse myself from
Mikey the Poet
— The End —