This beautiful Angel a goddess deemed friend,
Words sweeter than Crimson could ever be,
Flow from the mouth of this angel to me,
Her soul she writes in attempt to free the past,
caged in by thoughts she hasn't anywhere to go,
Thoughts whisper their words to her,
she writes them upon paper,
with Crimson inked by blood.

She's stained the minds of readers,
Her poetry fills with ink, it cuts and bleeds,
This friendship something more,
This angel shall be the light within a world I deemed dark,
This shadows been illuminated,
I can finally see past what I thought to be present.
My arm yet distant shall reach out to you,
consoling every hurt, reversing the empty,
My angel..... this friendship was always meant to be.

lost in thought
lost in love
lost in death
lost without love
lost lost lost
im always lost
lost in with the love im with
lost in this world
lost in the way of life
lost in the way we are
lost in the way of crooks
lost lost lost
why is everbody lost
in this world im lost

Sometimes i feel like Ive lost you,
sometimes like we've never met,
at times i find myself remembering,
the things i know i should forget,
sometimes i sit back and wonder,
why I'm still around,
but i know theres gotta be something,
thats lost but will be found,

A confused heart,
cant love for sure,
a confused love,
is something that we endure,
a confused girl,
who's stuck in a state of hate,
cant love a confused boy,
who's apology came too late......

As I peered into the eyes of the man who I knew to be my dad:
I saw nothing;
No honor, no strength,
No humanity, no compassion,
Nothing but a black hole,
created by lies,
broken promises,
and everlasting deception.
But as I took one last look... I realized,
that just because a man is given the title of a dad doesn’t make him one

you never expect these words to come out my mouth.
slurs come out as a whisper but to you they shout.
only you and I can understand what this conflict is truly about.
your mind tries to stand firm as a blade of grass in a tornado of doubt.
naturally your physical expression shows your dismay and your intellectual drought.
but for you my verbal assault will never end, you had your chance, you dug your grave for you theres no way out.
I hope my words pierce your heart like a knife.
i hope these words cause you many years of mental strife.
cause God only knows the kind of role you played in my life.
no matter how vague this message might be, we both already know its too late for me.
But this message truly isn't meant to hurt you.
its to make you aware on the outcome of your actions on one child of two
hears my plea, but im not telling you what to do. reach that title called
'FATHER'
grab it, and take your cue.

Look at me,
it's not my true identity
I have a covert identity,
i wonder if you'd ever see,
my thoughts, my deeds
are all that makes me
but something I may do
may not describe me.

My true identity
has fled me,
fled me to another
to my friends and family
my true identity
is all that makes me.

So lost deep inside
if its not for my soul
i would'd be lost again
my true identity
is hard to see.

Accept who you are
recognize your own beauty
identity isn't a need,
your identity should be your own
a better person you will be known
this is me, this is my identity
my true identity is all full of beauty.

What is this feeling I have?
I seem to love you
But other times I seem to loathe you

I can't be without you
Or maybe just without anyone
I think about you all the time
But why do I have this feeling?

I long for your voice
And I would die to hear your laugh
But is this love
Or merely lust?