Come and take my hand,
Feel my pulse racing.
Can’t you understand?
You’re my everything.

Need to stay by you,
No mistaking it.
Don’t you feel it too?
It’s too late to quit.

I’ll keep on talking,
Confessing all day.
You’ll keep on walking,
walking far away.

Today I awoke
with a broken heart.
Hardly even spoke,
Just felt torn apart.

Tonight I now know,
Better than before.
I learnt to let go,
And to feel no more.

They say there’s plenty of fish out there in the sea,
Shame I’m stuck without a fishing rod.

No, I’m no catch and that’s plain to see, lil’ old me,
Shame I’m so far from blessed by God.

I’m a rowboat among yachts and freighters.
And there’s no strange taste to which I cater.
I’m no master baiter,
or am I?

In the Atlantic they’re shooting me down,
In the Pacific they all only frown,
They say no man’s an island but what about boys?

And God I wish I didn’t feel so very alone,
But I’ve no shooting stars, no luck, a broken wishbone,
I suppose I’ll just drown out all this whiny noise.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder
tore the night asunder,
and ripped through my troubled mind.

Lightning came soon after,
along with frightening laughter,
Which I realized was mine.

I want to do something like I mean it,
but I only ever believe something if I seen it.

I want to say something nobody has ever heard,
but how? Everybody's using the same words.

I want to feel like I'm more than nothing,
but I've never even done anything.

I want to live without any regrets,
but I know what all that wanting gets.

I need to stop only sitting and wanting,
But trying to change is so daunting.

She's perfect
An unrelenting pervert
A taste of lemon sherbet
On her lips
and my eyes
On her hips

Hide behind the curtains
I'm her slave and she's my servant
We come together in the furnace
She plays tricks
On my mind
As she strips

I'm nervous
Her blade where my nerve is
Stimulation keeps me wordless
I'm herbivorous
She's hypercarnivorous
I'm her prey and she's gonna eat me up
But it's okay because we're in love

lust for summer blues
trust in someone's truths
cluster of sunny views
busting out sudden clues
bluster over pumpkin stew
dusting off sullied suits
fussing over dulling shoes
gushing over sunday news

Social recluses, We only met to dance tarantella.
secluded away one night in a dark cellar,
I was captivated as she taught me the steps,
From that moment she had me trapped in her web
Her body was poison to the eyes,
the way she bit her lip had me paralyzed.
As she had me wrapped in her thighs
my hips moved like i had been hypnotized
I asked if she loved me with a sigh
a kiss goodbye was her reply.
This woman will be the death of me
and her name was arachne