If there is anything I hate more than,
Hypocrisy, idiocy,
Is being constricted and prevented,
from telling you how I feel about you.

When I see your face,
The only thing I want is to kiss you,
I want you to run your fingers through my hair,
I want you to stop and smile.

I wish for nothing more in this world,
and I would die for this to happen,
Because I would rather die whilst kissing you,
than living a life that doesn't consist of your lips touching mine.

so many people
each one making their way about
opening worlds within
bound covers
filled with possibilities
and the words flew off pages
like young birds
into minds that will grow wings
and for a time will leave
the nest of everydayness
sometimes
as the book is closed
the still dizzying effect
of its power
has left with the reader
as they find their way out
of the labyrinth of pages

Your heart beat, thats all you hear
Getting faster and faster
Your head is pounding every second that goes by
and you don't know why
Its as if someone took your sanity
and thats making you go blind
Your lungs somehow reject the oxygen that is getting put into them
Making it even harder to breathe
All you can think about is getting out
Getting out of where ever you are
and being alone
Cause when you are alone
No one can know how vulnerable you are.

When we kissed I could have sworn
I just kissed an angel.
Her lips were so soft and delicate
I was afraid of breaking her.
She soon told me this would be the last time.
The last time she sinned,
by kissing the devil