Please allow me to slip into something a little more comfortable
Something like, your mind
I'm stimulated by your kind
Because thought processes excite me
Deep and Wet with the waters of critical analytical thinking
Flowing like the rivers of time
Can I gently caress your intellect?

i just can't stop thinking about that day
   I remember, you were wearing grey
      without a clue, you sat by my side
         never thought our worlds would collide

there's something about you I just can't explain
   making my brain go insane
      lose myself whenever you're around
         like my heart melted and it fell to the ground

i wonder if you ever feel the same
   whenever they mention my name
      was ignorance just part of your game?
         or should i be the one to blame?

i fell too easily and crashed too hard
   somehow i feel like a ******
      in my thoughts you would dwell
         you had me listening to Adele

you are the light in my darkness
   the smile in my sadness
      though i know this is foolishness
         you existence is still my silent happiness

tell me
    in  every  trial
  we'll  always   get    through
           make    me      believe
                     that     forever      is        true

  to leave  me
       you   will   never    do
     tell    me,
            until      the      end,
                   my      love,
                           it's      me      and        you

tell me
    what  our   love  can   do
                tell     me
         that    red    can      be         blue

tell me
     you  love    me
    tell   me
          you   care
         tell  me  when  i    need     you
             you    will     always     be       there
                   tell   me  
                         to      kiss       you
                             so     we        can        both          fly

                       ­            tell      me,

                                           my           love,

                                                    *the  ­           most            beautiful              lie.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer.

It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you.

You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

She cringes at night, recalling the  indelible days where she lie
curled in a ball, hiding from the scoundrel who
attacked her mind, her heart, and her soul, leaving her with nothing but
rancid memories of a living hell, but
even though she appeared live and well
d**reary darkness loomed in the body of
                     Scared

See through this
    hollow chest o' mine
        A heart that's beating
Your name is what its speaking.

With reasons so shallow
     it drowned in playful sorrow
wishing you'd save it tomorrow.
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