Your Passion is much like a burning fire
Hot to the touch and fueled by love
I only hope I can give you enough and so much more
Because you deserve more than this world
Your kisses are hot on my lips
My body temperature rises
Third degree burns when you touch my body all over
Forget a cold shower, I love the way it burns
You make my blood flow, I can feel it boil
But not out of rage
More like your red hot passion
It sets me on fire
Blood, sweat, and tears
I love the way you make me feel
When you whisper I love you in my ear
Our love is like a burning fire
Hot to the touch and fueled by our endless love for one another

Your wounded but I don't think you are broken
The scars your wear are invisible but they are there
At first glance I would never be able to tell
Your walls are up
You have hidden your fragile heart behind barb wired barricades
Its okay, I am in no rush
Ill patiently wait for you to let me in
I promise I am here to stay

she might have broke you
cursed at you
put her hands on you and harmed you
physically and mentally she tried destroying you
down that dark road you lost a piece of who you were
im here to tell you that i would never do you any harm
i want to help you find your way back
find that once bright light you had in your life
she might have told you were worthless
but to me your more than worth it
she said you could never do any better
i want you to know that you found someone better
i am the last person that will make you cry
if anything i want to dry those beautiful sad eyes
you ask yourself why, what did i do to deserve such cruelty
its not your fault, you are not to blame
she was sick in her twisted ways

My voice is there I just forgot how to use it
all I had to do to escape
to express is utilize paper and pen
I get my point across better this way

I look forward to her sweet love an affection
she is better than any drug I have done
she is the greatest natural high
I never want to come down
I fein for her 24/7 I suffer from withdrawals
I can never get enough of her
my family and friends don't understand
they call it an addiction I call it a love affair
she is the beautiful girl I dance in my dreams with
she is the special girl I share my secrets with
she is the intelligent girl that helps solve my problems and tame my inner demons

At a young age I discovered every child's nightmare
When I was born I was going to be put up for adoption
Growing up after I found that out
I told myself to be better than the rest
It was always repeating it in my head
I didn't want to be my mother's regret
Too much pressure for a kid only going on ten
I tried my hardest to be the best
I wanted my ma to be thankful she kept me instead
Now a days I feel I like I failed and I'm just like the rest
In her eyes I feel like I am a hot mess
All I ever wanted was not to be her regret
It hurts to wonder if she really feels this way
After all these years she isn't aware that I know the truth
I wish I could tell her that I am not failure
But my actions speak louder than my words
I never intended to be this way but I stumbled along the way
Still making a recovery
I guess i have to accept that I could possibly be my mothers regret

When I arise in the early mornings
I eagerly look forward to writing several curious stories
When I go to bed at night my active mind runs wild with new poems
I have all these wonderful ideas
I can not put them on paper quick enough
I tell myself I need to invest in a tape recorder
I find that when I am driving in my car
I have some of the best creative thoughts
I can not get it all on paper quick enough
If I did not write I would be done with
My closet is full of skeletons but amongst all them there is stacks of paper and pen
Notebooks and journals from way back then
When I die I need them to know I existed