I am not perfect.
I am nowhere near perfect.
I simply play the part,
But only for you.

I try to be the best.
I aim for perfection.
But like Cupid,
My marksmanship is poor.

I will always fail,
I will always be,
This same imperfect entity,
All that is yours.

If imperfection,
Is perfect to you,
Than I shall put down my bow,
And aim no more.

I am not a masterpiece,
I am a forgery,
Created by the perfect artist.
You.

I apologize for my texture,
The flaws that give me away.
For to an expert,
I am nothing but a replica.

To an unlearned eye,
I may be something,
Born of the renaissance,
Yet I am nothing special.

I was born of this age.
An age where an artist's ideals,
Are formed from past works.
And I am nothing but a forgery.

Not a forgery of Da Vinci or Michelangelo,
But a forgery of these new age artists.
Only a forgery of an idea's idea.
Nothing more.

Here you lie
Naked next to me
My arm wrapped gently around you
Your head resting on my chest

Your breathing is slow
Your finger tracing my scars
Your eyes lost in despair
I wish to end

This moment is better than the first
I was able to show my love
But now it lingers in the air
As we hold each other in this perfect moment

You look up to meet my eyes
We kiss and say "I love you"
Never wanting to let this die
Because we both are at peace

My heart I want to tear out
And give to you
My love I want to express again
As your body tenses as I begin

There's not a problem.
You can't over come.
You must believe.

Love is a forever thing.
While the person of your heart is a temporary feel.
Unless they leave an impression that last.

When others state you can't.
And there will be some.
You must believe in your abilities to succeed.

You determine your fate.
When it involve your life.

Tales of two guys.
Ask yourself?
Who's the better man?

One you cheated upon.
And he instantly forgave you.
Even spoke of the pain that you have placed him through.

The other you professed to love.
Even tho' he beats upon you.
Treats you mean.
And very rude.

So ask yourself?
Who's the better man?

The one you cheated upon.
Offered you a refuge.
A place to avoid his abuse.
That he rapidly directs at you.

The one you love.
He directs your ways.
Reminds many of those Cavemen days.

So, who's the better man?

You know the answer.
You know the truth.
Only you can decide exactly what's good for you.

You speak highly of your man.
To your lady friends.
Except be limited on what you say?
You might be giving too much information to them.

That just maybe one day.
One of them might want him.

You speak of his interest.
His likes and dislikes.
Just remember, they taken this all in.

Just think.
Just truly think.
That things he like.
That you might not do.

That one within your mist.
Just might.

Just think.
Truly, truly think.
They might on purpose talk about this subject to him.

Yes, we know the old wise tale.
That if he loves you.
He wouldn't bring hurt to you.

But what about your friend?
We have seen many create havoc for a few.

Just think.
That's all I'm saying.

You told them.
How he kiss?
You told them, maybe.
The way he make love.
Maybe all the things he does.
And what you don't do?

Just don't wake up one morning wondering.
If you should have kept quiet.
When he have someone you use to know by his side.

Please Santa,

All I want this Christmas is Daddy home
Mommy keeps crying, she misses him
I miss him too, I'm only five years old
He is a soldier and has been away
He has been gone over eight months
Please bring him back, I don't want toys
Last week two men came to the door
They looked very important to me
Wearing uniforms with medals on
Mommy was given a letter and a flag
Not just any flag, one of the country
But when Mommy read the letter
She started crying, she hasn't stopped
Mommy won't tell me what it said
I'm scared I won't see Daddy again
So please Santa, I'm begging you
I don't want anything else
I want you to bring Daddy home