All artists are born with magic in them,
They use it to create beautiful things out of thin air
Though I've found that none could ever compare
To that of the wonders by your hands

You were born to shape the world
To twist and bend it to your design
I was surprised when you choose me as your canvas
Molded me to perfection and titled it 'Mine'



You once told me that I was your muse
A body so full of untapped beauty
That it was criminal to hide

I told you I know I'm not much
But I'm all yours, so take me
And rearrange me into something worth your love



You made me feel beautiful and I loved the attention
You told me to close my eyes and use my imagination
And when you gave me wings and told me to fly
I did so without any hesitation



If I would've just opened my eyes
I would've seen the truth
An artist lives off the high of creation
And once they've finished they're through

While my back was turned
And I prepared to take the fall
You were off to find another canvas
Another muse to use up

Tell me I'm dreaming
When I look upon your face
Your smile is dazzling
Your eyes hold my gaze

And for a moment I'm trapped
Between seconds that refuse
To pass, because they too
See me looking at you

I want to **** myself
That is as simple as it gets
Until then smiles all around

Is it just me or
Is erotica ten times sexier

Than most regular internet ****?

I'm too scared to speak up and do something,
No matter how much I want to apologize,
And try to mend what I ****** up.
It's easier to just be on my own and stick to myself,
Then to trust myself to be a good friend,
Because honestly, I don't think I am.

Same song, different verse
History always repeats itself.
Just give up and leave me alone
I'm not worth your help

I can feel my life draining from my soul
As I'm smothered by each part of the whole
It's infuriating, playing the docile lamb
Slowly killing me, to be not who I am
Inside me, there's an ongoing war
Where my heart and my mind are constantly torn
Between securing my future and playing it safe
And doing the impossible on a leap of faith

You inspire me
To be the girl
Of your dreams

You say I'm being dramatic
I say I'm being me
All I'm doing is expressing myself
Without adding censoring

I don't blame you for not understanding
**I just wish you'd be more accepting

I'll write until my hands get sore,
I'll write until they bleed
I'll write into the darkest nights
To staunch this insanity
I'll use words to fill those empty holes
The hollowest parts, you'll see
I'll write until my hands are numb
And there's nothing left of me

I'm so high, out of my mind,
Got me wishing for one last time,
I could've felt those lips on mine
Before I go..
Hit the road jack,
I'm not coming back any more