Don't you know what some of us do to ourselves sometimes?
No, you don't know, nor would you care Some of cut, cry, try to **** or all three and more to ourselves But even if you knew you would just say aloud or flaws, Criticize our looks, Or beat us to the ground...
Because that's what the world thinks of people like me
They scoff in disgust of our loves and sexualities They beat us till we suffer from LIVING The one thing they WON'T do is,
E N D O U R S U F F E R I N G
"Just leave the goth chic in the back alone." "I'm. Not. Goth." "Whatever you re your a FREAK! A ******!" Then kicks me till I'm on the ground.
All because I just think dying is better, I like black, and I sing MCR and Panic!
sprawled on the bed, laughing into the dark with every beat, my heart lifts me off the sheets the back of my skull is rotting from where you touched it teeth still knocked out of place from where they melted with yours
Hello gorgeous, That was the forewords that created our story. A 5 foot tall, Slim, curvy body walked into my life Like a glowing petal that needs to be tendered. Your simplicity awakes a troubled heart. To urge for a taste of your soul.
As days turned into month Our familiarity exiled our strangeness Our expression aligned with our thoughts To seek the action concluded in our thoughts.
On that memorable day, As my lips engaged your soft lips, Your silentness was a turn off, As I moved back, you locked me to a wall Like a fight, you flawlessly won
As I gently kiss your neck, towards your *** You moan with such tenderness for more As my hand is feeling the tiniest spot on your skin. you pulled me into you, At that moment, Our spirit became one
As we drill in the ecstasy of love The air seem still The Cold weather, warm on us As our bodies emit droplet of pleasure Although The ever wanting sound of more Was silenced by an unknown vibration Which ended our play.
(Him) Label me with love, Bind and blind me with your love. Unstable with your love, I fall under your love.
Tell me who I am, And I'll hold onto my secret. You're a man in woman's land -- You'll never keep me, but I'll keep it.
(Her) She sets the stars in evening light, Plucks and places firelight. Fingers gentle, sure and strong, Lips tell secrets to my palm. Her kiss lingers, rubbing pink; I close my fist and keep it for me. This is love and this is joy -- She's my man, and I'm her boy. Pray for peace to a god unknown . . .
What are thoughts? O sweet mind, you fill me up with your pain.
You have so much to say, yet you say nothing.
What are your thoughts? NO, don't tell me. Don't give me pain when i don't deserve it.
Yet you tell me; a million words, a million more images, and i am suddenly lost; Lost in my own thoughts with nowhere to go.
I don't want to do it, i don't want to listen to you.
O sweet mind, you make me suffer.
Sometimes we tend to think too much and we go beyond our thoughts. It can make us weaker, when we are thinking about something but we can't express it. Thoughts can be bad, unless we know *** to control them.
Walking down the same road with blasting exceptional high-note trumpets in my ears. The cold’s making my ******* hard and I enjoy the sudden thought of you. I imagine you getting out of the shower With steaming mirrors and drops of water on your arms. How much **** could fit inside your garage I wonder. . . . I knock on the door. How is your heart tonight?
Warm ***** and a warm glass of tea. “It feels like a hug from the inside” A sentence that could always make you laugh.
I look around while you are staring at my thighs. Those few square meters are my lake: Getting rid of my thirst in there, like a small animal, while looking at the effortless romance of the surroundings, the simplicity of tiny things and the scattered parts of you hanging on the walls vulnerable and careless for what’s about to come. (your paintings or me? - who knows)
And then we talk and talk And then talk some more About things that make us laugh or even uncomfortable And I always find amusing whatever you will say: effortless as the surroundings and the charm of your little cat. . . . . (43 seconds of silence)
I keep changing positions on that 2 persons blue couch Knowing that you notice my inability to stay still. I don’t know how to behave myself. I kind of give up after 1 hour and 37 minutes, switching between a cat and a tiger Completely unaware of how I should control myself around your sizzling energy. And then I shamelessly put my lips on your forehead And at that moment you know that I want to make love to your messy brain giving up on the idea that there is any chance for it to stop.
And ****, we kiss, with our two mouths making glorious music Beating on the pulse of my right wrist. And I want to **** the confusion out of you, But I **** everything else of you instead.
And there I am, laying half *****, feeling desired and trapped in those ******* vibrations of my legs: all because of your fingertips that want my juices like thirsty snakes coming out of your arms.
And we are at that space and moment where I can’t do nothing But smile full of **** hoping that this could last.
And the door opens and we say “ I will see you on Thursday” And I am inelegantly faking my confidence for the inevitable.
The druggy satisfaction of a night at your garage Tasting like the first cigarette of a very, good, day.