I take you with me.
Through joy and shame,
Over rocky mountain,
Across desert plain.

I am your vessel,
Onward through,
Times of gold.
And days of you.

You cushion my walls,
Ease my pain.
And bind my jacket,
In times of rain.

I see you gaze,
Inside my mirror,
I meet your eyes,
You touch, i shiver.

Do I carry you
do you drag me,
Are you whats left
Or But the seed.


I cannot release you,
Round my mind you slither,
Forged in one another.
You crack in my mirror.  


Perhaps im not the captain of this ship that's yet to sink.

Regardless how loud I would shout,
Your silence always spoke the loudest.
Drowned out by your vacancy.

The one that speach evaded.
The one that I let go.

We are but dying lights,
In this reality of dark,
Our wicks, we all burn shorter.
As more lights fade from view,
Our gaze caresses darkness.
And what can one man do,
When all the lights die out.

She dipped her fingertips in paint

        And left her identity on my canvas

Thinking u can just mop
Up ur mess
U spilled on me
With ur awful mean words
U not my mop
So don't try
Cleaning it up
Ur a *****
Cleaner ...

It's a tremendous crime some women sleep in their beds alone at night
Taking pills to feel better about themselves
****, what happened?
You are magnificent, just a little lost
Show me your hurt and i will break the frost
Even when your pride is used and tossed
To the ground
I'll take you out of the lost and found
You're a fox that should of never been taken to a pound
At the end of the week, you're going to be the girl you always wanted to be
Maybe not a week, but as long as it takes
I'm game for the challenge
I Swear to you.
It won't be long that these women will be sleeping in their beds alone at night
When a male friend helps them like he should
Improving their confidence and humanity
They are out of shape but not for long
Not for long

What do you like about her?

For some reason, I could not decide what to say. When someone asks what I like about her, my mind goes racing so fast that I get caught up in my words.

She's the type of girl who would force the secret out of you if you refuse to tell it to her.

She's the type of girl who doesn't care about what other people think, she lives her life without anyone dictating it for her.

And her curves. God, if I could, I'd trace her curves all day.

She's the type of girl who gets jealous, even with the littlest of things. I thought at first it was normal to get jealous, but this is different. She'd get jealous not because you're breathing the same air as the other girl, but she'd get jealous because she's territorial-- she wants you all to herself.

She's the type of girl who never stops talking. If talking were a sport, she'd be an olympic medalist! But no matter how far off her topics would be, you'd never get tired of her, ever. You'd probably even drift away, lost in her eyes, and she'd have to snap her fingers in front of you to come back to your senses.

She's just mesmerizing, like you would probably touch her arm just to make sure that she's real. She's the full moon on a starry night; God, how could such an amazing person exist?

I'll admit, she's not perfect. Perfection is overrated. She has flaws, and that's why I fell in love with her in the first place. I fell in love with her flaws.