I never understood the those left behind
Until I became one.
Trust and love are live in the dictionary then
And loneliness presses in like the cold, empty depth of a well.

But when I was abandoned, no one counted on me
Like the little ones whose mothers struggle
With their pain and have to keep moving…

They wear a mask through the day and have shoulders to carry
The load of two and they cannot falter
Lest the small ones fear and suffer the loss of
Of all that was left.

But at night the mask is off and the dark void
Fills places where pieces of life are missing.
Love is gone, the bed is empty, the money gone and
No one is there for warmth.

I never knew that part, but I know one who did
And she is strong in all the broken places,
Though how I'll never know.

And you who read this and suffer, know that she
Lives in your mirror if only you look.

your arms are still my home
despite how many girls
you have invited in

Like sun shining,
warming all with its rays
we touch each other.
Water flowing,
infinite ripples,
we kiss.
Wind blowing,
trees swaying,
we hold each other.
Petals opening,
at dawn beginning,
we wake together.

some are afraid to fall in love
me?
i'm afraid to find my equal
because in that moment
my player ways are over
there are way too many people in the world
to be tied down to you right now
so please baby take your time finding me

NaNi

lay down in bed like I'm in my coffin
feel my bones, whistle rattle and shake
Drop my hand on the table like I'm all in
Got all hands on my heart to break
Steal the soul out my world with a silver tongue
pull the plug on the day the world aches
can't ever forget, they all tell me
"Least you're still young"

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Cast your hook in me
Set it deep
Into something that resembles a heart
Rip it out
For all the world to see
It’s been empty from the start
Despise me now
Wonder how
You could have ever loved this shell?
A silver tongue
Cannot become
More than a book of spells

So here we are
Picking scars
Scratching ‘till they bleed
Sacred bonds
Sick and starved
Begging to be freed
We knew the risk
But couldn’t resist
So we rode our shooting star
It burned so bright
Before it died
Leaving who we really are